Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv

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

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

Well, it must be close to the Armageddon,
Know I won't fly by that lesson
You me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it
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, got me? Fuck no
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and to damage all y'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, I'll flow I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror! Why? They did it all, for the cause
And I finna to a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with 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, looking at death with the of my breath
Follow, follow, my kids!
No, sin in my steps!
Yet the weapon is kept with the of my secrets
in the reach, I'm alone. Nigga 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! What's poppin',
Put your hands on your strap, nigga
Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do like 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 living, blind to the facts:
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: Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, 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 chrome 'til I home
Luv players tell these bitch niggas "bring it on"
I a plane out to Cleveland late last evening
To help my niggas clean up some no longer breathin'
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and
It's a cold-ass world; 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. They don't
It's the #1 nigga out with a of niggas
Down to put it some work and do some
Fuckin' around with the band Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow down the road, we to meet karma
Everything I do, it seem to cause
Ready for the war a knight in my armor, bomb ya!
So quick to test us, nigga crash me, eat dust
For the love of the lust, niggas on us
Hit 'em up the buck, 12-gauge eruptions!
the Art of War, putting niggas on the floor
When I'm coming through the door, bringing but terror
Causing much pain to the nigga 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 in the hood, smoke and fry
So I beg the Lord save us escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, of the century, yeah

Here to get it, told my niggas they get the hell
Down with the dirt, and we don't around
Buck a a rounds, and if your passing through
Then hit the ground and don't get caught up in the crossfire,
Artillery thick, and you don't get to fucking with this
I'm straight devil, not a and pretend
I reload, a little mo'
Flee the 'fore the po-po even know
"So, who ya for?" They don't know!
A mothafucka a leatherface
Hey, man, she said I ran 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 analyze crime
organized and with results, you'll be surprised

Oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? We can
Playa hating niggas, you got to die, it's right
It's over with Bone, leave it alone
Mo Thugs come crack their domes
Still in the hood, where the thugs
Fuckin' nothing but thugs, mane
taking no shorts or no losses
We cracking them around my way
Give it to 'em on level, nigga, get a shovel
You can dig a bitches is dead!
Infrared to your head. You can beg, you go
But gonna bleed bloody red
Fuck with mine, be seen in the moonlight
'Cause we out riding, for you
run for cover, nigga, duck!
We about to bust. Straight got the infrared, put it on his
Makes a move, flowers straight to his home
Put a card in the muthafucka, it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong, wrong, now he long gone, long gone

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