Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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

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

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

Pour liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's caught
Had a motherfuckin' ward but he didn't go to
God damn, and one day we'll all be
Until then I'm ready 4 whatever,

Yeah, niggaz movin' somethin' in the
all about makin' money, gettin' yours
And knockin' coppers off the motherfuckin'
Word to the motherfuckin' nigga
We gonna make motherfucker ours
If they don't feel me, gon' kill me
So Syke, get skanless

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

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

Commitin' sins I might die in
So it, we'll live off the street fame
God didn't send me in the right
I'm gettin' hit by a in the intersection

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

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

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

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

And let the devil feel the wrath of a
Goin' to 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 that flickers
When niggaz richer, mo' money
Now tell me if you wanna live
Niggaz dyin' so be 4 whatever

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

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

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