Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv - 2pac

Nigga, we doing this shit Cleveland to LA
Nigga you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. time is it?
Yo, I give a fuck where you lay at
Nigga, it's to slay these bitch-made niggas!

They even knowing what type of niggas we is
Where my at? Bone thugs-n-harmony
I know you niggas been for this for a long time
Well, it is, nigga. Here it is. What you gonna do with it?

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

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 like and punk it out
your strap on me, nigga, you better kill me!
Thug life, baby. Luv

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

Little from the Land, nigga, never ran
out to get me. They don't understand
It's the #1 nigga out with a of niggas
Down to put it some work and do some
Fuckin' around with the band Bone
Follow down the road, we to meet karma
I do, it seem to cause drama
Ready for the war a knight in my armor, bomb ya!
So quick to test us, nigga crash me, eat dust
For the of the lust, niggas busting on us
Hit 'em up with the buck, eruptions!
the Art of War, putting niggas on the floor
When I'm through the door, bringing nothing but terror
Causing much pain to the that dared us
to put a twist in this thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a like me: gotta stay high
Thug luv 'til I die, keep my to the sky
But I'm still in the hood, and fry
So I beg the Lord save us all: escapers of
Bless my in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah

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

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

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