Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv

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

They even knowing what type of niggas we is
Where my thugs at? 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
that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to out my Wesson 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
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all
I'll talk about 'em, and you don't really it
'Cause cornered, and I'm want 'em to not jump
I'd rather say we came to shut 'em all down
So quick to test, bullet, yes, 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 getting bitches to me
the floor, and any attempt to arrest me, stress me
Lord, looking at death with the last of my
Follow, follow, my kids!
No, sin in my steps!
Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my
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! poppin', nigga?
Put your hands on your strap, nigga
Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and it out
Or do like punks and punk it out
Pull your 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
Praying so Father forgive me! Police be rushing 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. Don't panic when my guns
the last jam, nigga? This one's worse!
My nigga Bone held the chrome 'til I came
Thug Luv players these bitch niggas "bring it on"
I caught a out to Cleveland late last evening
To help my niggas clean up niggas no longer breathin'
Now, who do you in? Hit the weed and breathe
It's a cold-ass world; kill you in your sleep
me until they stop me, bury, murder me or drop me
I got Luv for my nationwide posse. Feel me!

Little from the Land, nigga, never ran
Muthafuckas out to get me. They understand
the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas
Down to put it some and do some dirt
around with the band Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow 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 to test us, nigga wanna 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 to the nigga that dared us
to put a twist in this thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a nigga me: gotta stay high
Thug luv 'til I die, keep my to the sky
But I'm in the hood, smoke and fry
So I beg the Lord save us all: escapers of
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, of the century, yeah

Here to get it, told my niggas need get the hell
Down with the dirt, and we don't around
a couple a rounds, and if your passing through
Then hit the and don't get caught up in the crossfire, nigga
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 scene 'fore the even know
"So, who ya looking for?" don't know!
A mothafucka a leatherface
Hey, man, she I ran this way, said I ran that a way
Ya hoes'll never know because I got
A criminal mind to a nigga on the level
Sometimes I get high and analyze crime
Correctly organized and results, you'll be surprised

Oh, nigga, can you the vibe? We can ride
Playa niggas, you got to die, it's only right
over with Bone, better leave it alone
Mo Thugs come crack their domes
Still in the hood, the thugs play
Fuckin' with nothing but thugs,
Ain't taking no shorts or no
We them domes around my way
Give it to 'em on 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, 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, send it to his
Tell her he was dead wrong, 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 with us, run with us, run us!
Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip with Luv
Pac Pac run with us, run with us, run us!
Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip Thug Luv
Pac Pac run us, run with us, run with us!
Pac Pac run us! Pac and Rip with Thug Luv