Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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

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

die from automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, cry every man gotta die
they bury me, they bury me a G
Rest in peace, to all the homies got to before me

Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's
Had a motherfuckin' ward but he go to court
God damn, and one day we'll all be
Until then I'm 4 whatever, c'mon

Yeah, niggaz somethin' in the nine-trey
all about makin' money, gettin' yours
And knockin' coppers off the planet
Word to the motherfuckin' nigga
We make this motherfucker ours
If they don't feel me, they gon' 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
the way that daddy raised me

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

sins I might die in vain
So fuck it, we'll live off the fame
God didn't send me in the direction
I'm gettin' hit by a diesel in the

I know out there help a young brother
then I'ma smoke motherfuckers
Things be so bad
If we got the things that we never had, I'm 4 whatever

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

Dear mama I know you 'cause I'm hardly at home
Every other in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna shake it 'cause I can't it got me livin' in Hell
Like I'm walkin' a secret that'll kill me if I tell

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

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

Well, don't blame me, blame the flame that
When niggaz gettin' richer, mo'
Now tell me if you wanna forever
dyin' so be ready 4 whatever

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

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

My big-ballin' ass Boom, ready 4 whatever fo' sho'
Yeah, you
how the player's do it
I you standin' there confused
You wonderin', what of nigga is a Thug Life nigga?
hehehe nigga, we be the ballin' player-ass nigga
About gettin' riches, and plenty loc'
4 whatever