Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

Rule number one, die, daily
Hear me, boo-yaow, ready 4 whatever, yeah
What type nigga be a Thug Life
Them Thug Life be the craziest, run up nigga

There's no way to survive in the it's a shame
Niggaz die my hollow-point bullet to the brain
I survive or will I die is what I wonder
Puffin' on blunts and gettin' drunk to from goin' under

Gettin' lost in the madness, blunted gettin'
Got my pistol out the window screamin', "Lord and get me"
Am I sick, or am I just victim?
Unloadin' my clip, I'm watchin' every spit when I kick 'em

Niggaz die from gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man die
When they bury me, they me a G
Rest in peace, to all the got to Heaven before me

Pour some liquor on the for the niggaz that's caught
Had a motherfuckin' but he didn't go to court
God damn, and one day all be together
then I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

Yeah, niggaz movin' in the nine-trey
all about makin' money, gettin' yours
And knockin' off the motherfuckin' planet
Word to the motherfuckin' nigga
We gonna this motherfucker ours
If they don't feel me, they kill me
So Syke, get nigga

Am I going to Hell or I reach Heaven?
all this shit I did with my Mac-11
Did I sell my soul? Mama saved me
That's the way that raised me

Oh God, help me I'm it
So fuck it, me I'm doin' it
I to change and look for a better way
I got a hundred clip to my AK

Commitin' I might die in vain
So fuck it, live off the street fame
God didn't send me in the direction
I'm hit by a diesel in the intersection

I know you're out there a young brother
'Til I'ma smoke motherfuckers
wouldn't be so bad
If we got the things that we never had, I'm 4 whatever

That's my motherfuckin' nigga
Big ass Syke
Yeah nigga, you schooled them young
On how it is to be a motherfuckin' G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' so you best be packin'
If you ain't, boo-yaow

mama I know you worry 'cause I'm hardly at home
Every other night in jail, got you by the phone
Wanna shake it 'cause I can't take it got me in Hell
Like I'm walkin' with a secret kill me if I tell

I live the Life and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, just a of the game
So much caine in the fast lane, a dry eye
I die, bury me with my fo'-five

And let the devil feel the of a nigga
Goin' to Hell my finger on the trigger
Now starin'
Got a nigga losin' hair and wonder if I'm all there

Well, blame me, blame the flame that flickers
niggaz gettin' richer, mo' money
Now tell me if you wanna forever
Niggaz dyin' so be 4 whatever

Yeah, 4 whatever
Ready 4
Thug Life and we be ready 4 whatever
Let me go like this, ready 4
Huh, Big Syke he be ready 4
My Kato, ready 4 whatever
Pain, he's ready 4

And my nigga Bam Bam, he 4 whatever
My Banks just be ready 4 whatever
Modu, he's ready 4
Big Serg, we ready 4
Tango, ready 4 whatever
My nigga Pac, be ready 4
Yeah, 4 whatever
4 whatever

My ass nigga Boom, ready 4 whatever fo' sho'
Yeah, you
This how the do it
I know you there confused
You wonderin', what type of nigga is a Thug nigga?
Yeah nigga, we be the ballin' player-ass nigga
About gettin' riches, bitches and loc'
Ready 4