Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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

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

Niggaz die from gunfire
Your to expire, nobody cry every 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 all be together
Until I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

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

Am I going to Hell or I reach Heaven?
After all this shit I did 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 it, take me I'm doin' it
I need to 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 gettin' hit by a diesel in the

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

That's my nigga there
Big ballin' ass
Yeah nigga, you them young bustas
On how it is to be a real G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you best be
If you ain't, boo-yaow

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

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

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

Well, don't blame me, the flame that flickers
When niggaz richer, mo' money
Now tell me if you live forever
Niggaz so be ready 4 whatever

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

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

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