Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv

Nigga, we doing this shit from to LA
whatever you niggas 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 bitch-made niggas!

They ain't knowing what type of niggas we is
Where my thugs at? Bone
I know you niggas been waiting for 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 that I won't fly by lesson
You taught me to pull out my you brought me
And I'm not stressing it
Get 'em up off me, all we
Wanted was harmony, been 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 schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all
talk about 'em, and you don't really want it
'Cause cornered, and I'm want 'em to not jump
I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all
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 with mine
them 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 with the last of my breath
Follow, follow, my kids!
No, sin in my steps!
Yet the weapon is with 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 greens and we running up over

Ha, ha! poppin', nigga?
Put your muthafucking hands on your strap,
Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and 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 living, blind to the facts:
Thugs is convicts in prison, hands on the strap
Praying so please forgive me! Police be rushing when they see me
I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed through similar
Please to me, now. Don't panic when my guns burst
Heard the last jam, This one's worse!
My nigga Bone held the 'til I came home
Thug Luv players tell bitch niggas "bring it on"
I a plane out to Cleveland late last evening
To help my niggas up some niggas no longer breathin'
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and
It's a cold-ass world; niggas kill you in your
Watch me 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 don't
It's the #1 nigga out with a nation of
to put it some work and do some dirt
Fuckin' around with the Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow down the road, we stroll to 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 love of the lust, busting on us
Hit 'em up the buck, 12-gauge 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
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
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century,

Here to get it, told my niggas need get the hell
Down the dirt, and we don't fuck around
Buck a couple a rounds, and if your passing
Then hit the ground and don't get up in the crossfire, nigga
Artillery thick, and you wanna get to fucking with this
I'm straight devil, not a and pretend
I reload, a little mo'
the scene 'fore the po-po even know
"So, who ya looking for?" They know!
A with 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 mind to 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 We can ride
hating niggas, you got to die, it's only right
It's over with Bone, leave it alone
Mo Thugs come crack their domes
Still in the hood, the thugs play
with nothing but thugs, mane
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 bitches is dead!
Infrared to your head. You can beg, you go
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 in the muthafucka, send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong, now he gone, long gone

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