Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv - 2pac

Nigga, we doing this shit Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What is it?
Yo, I don't give a fuck you lay at
Nigga, it's time to slay these niggas!

They ain't even knowing what type of we is
my thugs at? Bone thugs-n-harmony
I know you niggas waiting for this for a long time
Well, here it is, nigga. it is. What you gonna do with it?

Well, it must be close to the Armageddon,
Know that I won't fly by that
You taught me to pull out my you brought me
And I'm not it softly
Get 'em up off me, all we
Wanted was harmony, been em
up out of my ghetto, I won't settle, get on my level
They can't me and pop me
Nigga, they got me? no
Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all
I'll about 'em, and you don't really want it
'Cause cornered, and I'm want 'em to not jump
I'd rather say we came to shut 'em all down
So to test, bullet, yes, declare war
Roll, I'll flow I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror! Why? They did it all, pause for the
And I finna to a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with mine
Fuck them niggas, on
All y'all fall! Bizzy getting to test me
the floor, and any attempt to arrest me, stress me
Lord, looking at death the last of my breath
Follow, follow, my kids!
No, sin in my steps!
Yet the is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the reach, I'm alone. Nigga
I can see it, if needed, and if you really with me
And well then let it be, get the greens and we running up over

Ha, ha! poppin', nigga?
Put your hands on your strap, nigga
Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this gangstas and slug it out
Or do this punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me, nigga, you better me!
Thug life, baby. Luv

I'll probably be punished for living, blind to the facts:
Thugs is convicts in God's prison, on the strap
Praying so Father please forgive me! Police be rushing they see me
I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, on T.V
pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed similar veins
Please explain to me, now. Don't when my guns burst
Heard the last jam, This one's worse!
My nigga Bone the chrome 'til I came home
Thug Luv players tell bitch niggas "bring it on"
I caught a out to Cleveland late last evening
To my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathin'
Now, who do you in? Hit the weed and breathe
It's a cold-ass world; niggas kill you in sleep
Watch me until stop me, bury, murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse. me!

Little from the Land, nigga, never ran
out to get me. They don't understand
It's the #1 out with a nation of niggas
Down to put it some work and do dirt
Fuckin' with the band Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow down the road, we stroll to meet
Everything I do, it seem to cause
Ready for the war like a in my armor, bomb ya!
So quick to test us, nigga wanna me, eat dust
For the love of the lust, niggas on us
Hit 'em up the buck, 12-gauge eruptions!
It's the Art of War, putting niggas on the
When I'm coming through the door, bringing but terror
Causing pain to the nigga that dared us
Tried to put a twist in this thugsta era. up
With a nigga like Pac, and a like me: gotta stay high
Thug luv 'til I die, my prayer to the sky
But I'm still in the hood, and fry
So I beg the save us all: escapers of misery
Bless my in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah

Here to get it, my niggas they need get the hell
Down the dirt, and we don't fuck around
Buck a couple a rounds, and if your passing
Then hit the ground and don't get up in the crossfire, nigga
Artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to fucking this
I'm devil, not a punk and pretend
I reload, buck a mo'
Flee the 'fore the po-po even know
"So, who ya looking for?" They know!
A mothafucka a leatherface
Hey, man, she I ran this way, said I ran that a way
Ya never know because I got away
A criminal mind to keep a nigga on the
Sometimes I get high and your crime
organized and with results, you'll be surprised

Oh, nigga, can you the vibe? We can ride
hating niggas, you got to die, it's only right
It's over with Bone, leave it alone
Mo Thugs come crack their domes
Still in the hood, where the play
with nothing but thugs, mane
Ain't taking no or no losses
We cracking them around my way
Give it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a
You can dig a hole; is dead!
Infrared to head. You can beg, you go fled
But still gonna bleed red
Fuck with mine, we'll be in the moonlight
'Cause we out riding, for you
run for cover, nigga, duck!
We to bust. Straight got the infrared, put it on his forehead
Makes a move, send flowers to his home
Put a card in the muthafucka, send it to his
Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong, now he gone, long gone

Pac Pac run with us, run us, run with us!
Pac Pac run us! Pac and Rip with Thug Luv
Pac Pac run with us, run with us, run us!
Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip Thug Luv
Pac Pac run us, run with us, run with us!
Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip with Luv
Pac Pac run us, run with us, run with us!
Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip with Luv