Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv - 2pac

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

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

Well, it must be close to the Armageddon,
Know that I won't fly by that
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you me
And I'm not stressing it
Get 'em up off me, all we
was harmony, been bombing em
Yell up out of my ghetto, I settle, get on my level
can't stop 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 they're cornered, and I'm want 'em to not
I'd rather say that we came to 'em all down
So quick to test, bullet, yes, 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 pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a with mine
them niggas, it's on
All y'all fall! getting bitches to test me
Bless the floor, and any attempt to me, stress me
Lord, looking at death with the last of my
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
That I can see it, if needed, and if you really me
And well then let it be, get the greens and we running up over

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

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

Little thug from the Land, nigga, ran
Muthafuckas out to get me. don't understand
It's the #1 nigga out with a of niggas
Down to put it some and do some dirt
Fuckin' around the band Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow down the road, we to meet karma
Everything I do, it to cause drama
Ready for the war a knight in my armor, bomb ya!
So quick to test us, nigga wanna crash me, eat
For the love of the lust, busting on us
Hit 'em up with the buck, eruptions!
It's the Art of War, putting on the floor
I'm coming through the door, bringing nothing but terror
Causing much to the nigga that dared us
Tried to put a in this thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: stay high
Thug luv I die, keep my prayer to the sky
But I'm in the hood, smoke and fry
So I beg the Lord save us escapers of misery
Bless my in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah

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

Oh, nigga, can you feel the We can ride
Playa hating niggas, you got to die, it's right
over with Bone, better leave it alone
Mo Thugs come crack fuckin' domes
Still in the hood, the thugs play
Fuckin' with but thugs, mane
taking no shorts or no losses
We them domes around my way
Give it to 'em on level, nigga, get a shovel
You can dig a hole; is dead!
to your head. You can beg, you go fled
But still gonna bloody red
with mine, we'll be seen 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, it to his mama
Tell her he was wrong, dead wrong, now he long 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 us, run with us, run with us!
Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip Thug Luv
Pac Pac run with us, run us, run with us!
Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip with Luv
Pac Pac run with us, run us, run with us!
Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip with Luv