Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv - 2pac

Nigga, we doing this shit from to LA
Nigga whatever you want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What is it?
Yo, I give a fuck where 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 been waiting for this for a long
Well, here it is, nigga. it is. What you gonna do with it?

Well, it must be to the Armageddon, Lord
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
was harmony, been bombing 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
Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all
I'll about 'em, and you don't really want it
they're cornered, and I'm want 'em to not jump
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, for the cause
And I finna to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga mine
Fuck them niggas, on
All y'all fall! getting bitches to test me
the floor, and any attempt to arrest me, stress me
Lord, at death with the last of my breath
Follow, follow, my kids!
No, sin in my steps!
Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my
Deep in the reach, I'm alone. believe
That I can see it, if needed, and if you really me
And well let it be, get the greens and we running up over Cleveland

Ha, ha! What's poppin',
Put your muthafucking hands on your strap,
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!
life, baby. Thug Luv

I'll probably be for hard living, blind to the facts:
Thugs is convicts in prison, hands on the strap
Praying so Father please me! Police be rushing when they see me
I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed through veins
Please explain to me, now. Don't panic when my guns
Heard the last jam, nigga? This worse!
My nigga Bone held the chrome I came home
Thug Luv players these bitch niggas "bring it on"
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late evening
To help my niggas clean up niggas no longer breathin'
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and
It's a world; 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 the Land, nigga, never ran
Muthafuckas out to get me. don't understand
It's the #1 out with a nation of niggas
Down to put it some and do some dirt
Fuckin' with the band Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
down the road, we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do, it seem to drama
Ready for the war like a 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!
It's the Art of War, putting niggas on the
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: gotta 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 us all: escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century,

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

Oh, nigga, can you the vibe? We can ride
Playa niggas, you got to die, it's only right
It's over with Bone, better leave it
Mo Thugs crack their fuckin' domes
Still in the hood, where the thugs
with nothing but thugs, mane
Ain't taking no or no losses
We cracking domes around my way
it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a shovel
You can dig a hole; is dead!
Infrared to head. You can beg, you go fled
But gonna bleed bloody red
Fuck with mine, we'll be 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
a move, send flowers straight to his home
Put a card in the muthafucka, it to his mama
her he was dead wrong, dead wrong, now he long gone, long gone

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