Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv

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

They ain't even knowing what of niggas we is
Where my thugs at? Bone
I know you niggas waiting 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 taught me to out my Wesson you brought 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 won't settle, get on my
They stop me and pop me
Nigga, they got me? no
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all
I'll talk about 'em, and you really want it
they're 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, I'll flow 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
them niggas, it's on
All y'all fall! Bizzy getting to test me
Bless the floor, and any attempt to me, stress me
Lord, looking at death the last of my breath
Follow, follow, my kids!
No, sin in my steps!
Yet the weapon is kept the best of my secrets
in the reach, I'm alone. Nigga believe
That I can see it, if needed, and if you really 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 strap, nigga
Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and it out
Or do this like punks and it out
Pull your strap on me, nigga, you 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 please forgive me! be rushing when they see me
I flaunt it: Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed through veins
Please explain to me, now. Don't panic my guns burst
the last jam, nigga? This one's worse!
My nigga Bone the chrome 'til I came home
Luv players tell these bitch niggas "bring it on"
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last
To help my clean up some niggas no longer breathin'
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the and breathe
It's a cold-ass world; niggas you in your sleep
Watch me until they me, bury, murder me or drop me
I got Luv for my nationwide posse. Feel me!

Little from the Land, nigga, never ran
out to get me. They don't understand
It's the #1 out with a nation of niggas
Down to put it some and do some dirt
Fuckin' around with the band Bone
down the road, we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do, it seem to 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 the buck, 12-gauge eruptions!
It's the Art of War, putting on the floor
I'm coming through the door, bringing nothing but terror
Causing pain to the nigga that dared us
Tried to put a in this thugsta era. Paired up
a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: gotta stay high
Thug luv 'til I die, my prayer to the sky
But I'm still in the hood, and fry
So I beg the Lord save us all: escapers of
my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah

Here to get it, my niggas they need get the hell
with the dirt, and we don't fuck 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 wanna get to with this
I'm devil, not a punk and pretend
I reload, a little mo'
Flee the scene 'fore the po-po 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 know because I got away
A criminal to keep a nigga on the level
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 only
It's over with Bone, better it alone
Mo Thugs come their fuckin' domes
Still in the hood, where the thugs
Fuckin' with nothing but thugs,
Ain't taking no shorts or no
We them domes around my way
Give it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a
You can dig a hole; is dead!
Infrared to your head. You can beg, you go
But gonna bleed bloody 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. Straight got the infrared, put it on his
a move, send flowers straight to his home
Put a card in the muthafucka, send it to his
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 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 us! Pac and Rip with Thug Luv
Pac Pac run with us, run us, run with us!
Pac Pac run us! Pac and Rip with Thug Luv