Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Luv

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

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

Well, it must be to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that
You taught me to out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not it softly
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 stop me and pop me
Nigga, they got me? no
Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em, and you don't really it
'Cause they're cornered, and I'm '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, pause for the
And I finna to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a with mine
Fuck them niggas, on
All fall! Bizzy getting bitches to test me
the floor, and any attempt to arrest 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 with the of my secrets
Deep in the reach, I'm alone. believe
That I can see it, if needed, and if you with me
And well then let it be, get the greens and we running up Cleveland

Ha, ha! poppin', nigga?
Put muthafucking hands on your strap, nigga
Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out
Or do like punks and punk it out
Pull your on me, nigga, you better kill me!
life, baby. Thug Luv

I'll probably be for hard living, blind 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: America's Most Wanted, on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed through similar
Please to me, now. Don't panic when my guns burst
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 plane out to Cleveland late last
To my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathin'
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and
It's a world; niggas kill you in your sleep
Watch me until they me, bury, murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse. me!

Little thug from the Land, nigga, ran
out to get me. They don't understand
It's the #1 out with a nation of niggas
Down to put it work and do some dirt
Fuckin' with the band Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow down the road, we stroll to meet
Everything I do, it seem to drama
Ready for the war like a knight in my armor, ya!
So quick to test us, wanna crash me, eat dust
For the of the lust, niggas busting on us
Hit 'em up the buck, 12-gauge eruptions!
the Art of War, putting niggas on the floor
When I'm coming the door, bringing nothing but terror
much pain to the nigga that dared us
Tried to put a in this thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: stay high
Thug luv I die, keep my prayer to the sky
But I'm still in the hood, and fry
So I beg the Lord save us all: of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, of the century, yeah

to get it, told my niggas they need get the hell
Down with the dirt, and we don't fuck
Buck a couple a rounds, and if passing through
hit the ground and don't get caught 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'
Flee the 'fore the po-po even know
"So, who ya looking for?" They know!
A mothafucka with a
Hey, man, she said I ran this way, I ran that a way
Ya hoes'll never know I got away
A criminal mind to keep a on the level
Sometimes I get high and your crime
Correctly organized and with results, be surprised

Oh, nigga, can you the vibe? We can ride
hating niggas, you got to die, it's only right
It's over with Bone, better it alone
Mo Thugs come crack fuckin' domes
Still in the hood, where the play
Fuckin' with 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 still bleed bloody red
Fuck with mine, we'll be seen in the
we out riding, looking for you
run for cover, nigga, duck!
We about to bust. got the infrared, put it on his forehead
Makes a move, send straight to his home
Put a card in the muthafucka, send it to his
Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong, now he gone, long gone

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