Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Love

Nigga we doin' this shit Cleveland to L.A.
Nigga whatever you want we bringing it
Thug Luv nigga time is it?

I don't a fuck where you lay at
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 shit for a long time
Well here it is nigga it is what you gone do with it

Well I must be close to the
Lord You know that I fly that lesson
You taught me to out my Wesson
You brought and am I it softly

Get 'em up off me 'cause all we
Was harmony been 'em yell up outta my ghetto
I want get on my level
They can't stop me or me nigga they got me fuck naw
Little Pac get and manage to damage all y'all

I'll about 'em and you don't really want it
'Cause they're cornered and I 'em to jump up
I'd rather say that we to shut 'em all down
So quick to test bullet yes war

Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the
Mo' horror for what the did it all pause for the
And I fin to a nine or pistol little nigga
Wit mine fuck dem niggas on

All y'all fall Bizzy gettin' bitches test me the floor
In any attempt to me stress me Lord
Looking at death the last of my breath
Follow follow my kids but sin in my steps

Yet the weapon is with the best of my secrets
Deep in the leaves I'm alone believe
I can see it if needed an if you really want me in
Well let it be and get the and be runnnin' up over Cleveland

Ha ha ha what's poppin' nigga? Put your
Hand on your strap nigga, we can do like gangstas and slug it out
Or be punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug baby

probably be punished for hard livin' blind to the facts
Thugs is in Gods prison hand on the strap
Praying to Father forgive me police be rushing when they see me
I flaunted America's most wanted on TV life

Pleasure and pain stuck in this game my name
We all die we bleed through similar veins
You'se to me now don't panic when my gun burst
Heard the last jam nigga this worse

My nigga held the chrome till I came home
Thug Luv playas these bitch niggas bring it on
I caught a plane out to Cleveland last evening
To help my niggas up some niggas no longer breathing now

Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe a
Cold ass the world them niggas kill you in your
Until stop me bury murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse me

Little thug from the nigga never ran
Motherfuckers out to get me they don't
It's the 1 nigga out with a nation of niggas
Down to put in some work do dirt

Fuckin' round with the band Bone
down the road we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do it to cause 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 bustin' on us
Hit 'em up with he buck 12 erupt
It's the Art Of War niggas on the floor

When I'm comin' through the
nothin' but terror
Causing much to the nigga that us
Trying to put a twist in thugsta era

Paired up a nigga like Pac
And a nigga me gotta stay high
Thug Luv till I die my prayer to the sky
But I'm still in the hood and fry

So I beg the to save us all escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the

Here to get it told my niggas to get the down
Down with the dirt and we fuck around
a couple of rounds and if you're passing
Through then hit the
And don't get caught up in the crossfire

Artillery and you don't want to get to fuckin' with this
I'm devil devil not a punk and pretend
I reload buck a more flee the scene
'Fore the po-po know what you lookin' for

They don't know a motherfucker a Leatherface hey
Man she I ran this way said I ran that way
You hoes'll never because I got away yeah

A criminal mind a nigga on the sometimes
So get high and your crime
organized with results you'll be surprised

Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can
Playa hating you gots to die
It's wit Bone better leave it alone
Mo Thug I'm cracking' domes

in the hood where the thugs play
Fuckin' wit but thugs man
Ain't taking no shorts or no
We crackin' them around my way

Give it to 'em on another level
Get a shovel you can dig a bitches is dead
to the head you can beg
But still gone bloody red

Fuck with mine be see in the moonlight
'Cause we out looking for you
Better run for cover nigga we about to bust
Straight got the

Put it on his forehead make moves
Send flowers straight to his
Put a card in the send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong now he long gone

Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP Thug Luv
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Luv

Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Luv
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Luv