Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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

Gettin' in the madness, blunted 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 bullet spit when I 'em

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

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

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

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

Oh God, help me I'm it
So it, take 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 die in vain
So fuck it, we'll live off the street
God didn't send me in the direction
I'm hit by a diesel in the intersection

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

my motherfuckin' nigga there
Big ass Syke
Yeah nigga, you schooled them bustas
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, motherfucker

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

I live the Thug Life and nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, a part of the game
So caine in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
When I die, me with my fo'-five

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

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

Yeah, ready 4
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, ready 4 whatever

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

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