Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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

Gettin' in the madness, blunted gettin' tipsy
Got my pistol out the 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, nobody cry man gotta die
When they bury me, they me a G
in peace, to all the homies got to Heaven before me

Pour some liquor on the for the niggaz that's caught
Had a ward but he didn't go to court
God damn, and one day we'll all be
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 nine nigga
We make this motherfucker ours
If they feel me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get skanless

Am I going to Hell or will I Heaven?
After all this I did with my Mac-11
Did I my soul? Mama woulda saved me
the way that daddy raised me

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

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

I know you're out help 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
Yeah nigga, you schooled them bustas
On how it is to be a motherfuckin' G
In the motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you best be packin'
If you ain't, motherfucker

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

I live the Thug Life and nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, a part of the game
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 Hell with my on the trigger
Now everybody's
Got a nigga losin' hair and they wonder if I'm all

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

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

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

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