Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv

Nigga, we this shit from Cleveland to LA
whatever 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 ain't even knowing what type of we is
my thugs at? Bone thugs-n-harmony
I know you niggas been for this for a long time
Well, here it is, nigga. Here it is. you gonna do with it?

Well, it be close to the Armageddon, Lord
that I won't fly by that lesson
You me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not it softly
Get 'em up off me, all we
Wanted was harmony, bombing 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
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and to damage all y'all
I'll talk 'em, and you don't really want it
'Cause cornered, and I'm want 'em to not jump
I'd rather say that we to shut '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 niggas, it's on
All y'all fall! Bizzy bitches to test me
Bless the floor, and any attempt to me, stress me
Lord, looking at death with the 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
That I can see it, if needed, and if you with me
And well then let it be, get the and we running up over Cleveland

Ha, ha! What's poppin',
Put your muthafucking hands on your strap,
Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out
Or do like punks and punk it out
Pull strap 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 rushing when see me
I it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed through veins
explain to me, now. Don't 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 these bitch "bring it on"
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late evening
To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and
It's a world; niggas kill you in your sleep
Watch me they stop me, bury, murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my posse. Feel me!

Little from the Land, nigga, never ran
Muthafuckas out to get me. They understand
It's the #1 nigga out a nation of niggas
Down to put it some work and do some
Fuckin' around with the Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
down the road, we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do, it seem to drama
for the war like a knight in my armor, bomb ya!
So quick to us, nigga wanna 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, niggas on the floor
I'm coming through the door, bringing nothing but terror
Causing much pain to the nigga dared us
Tried to put a twist in this era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: gotta high
luv 'til I die, keep my prayer to the sky
But I'm still in the hood, and fry
So I beg the Lord save us all: of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century,

Here to get it, my niggas they need get the hell
Down with the dirt, and we don't fuck
Buck a couple a rounds, and if your passing
Then hit the ground and don't get caught up in the crossfire,
Artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to fucking this
I'm devil, not a punk and pretend
I reload, a little mo'
Flee the scene the po-po even know
"So, who ya looking for?" don't know!
A mothafucka a leatherface
Hey, man, she said I ran this way, I ran that a way
Ya hoes'll know because I got away
A criminal to keep a nigga on the level
Sometimes I get high and your crime
Correctly 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 Bone, better leave it alone
Mo Thugs come crack fuckin' domes
Still in the hood, where the thugs
Fuckin' with nothing but thugs,
Ain't taking no shorts or no
We cracking them domes my way
Give it to 'em on level, nigga, get a shovel
You can dig a hole; is dead!
Infrared to your head. You can beg, you go
But still gonna bleed red
with mine, we'll be seen in the moonlight
'Cause we out riding, 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 in the muthafucka, send 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 Thug Luv
Pac Pac run with us, run us, run with us!
Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip Thug Luv
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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 Thug Luv