Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

Rule number one, die, daily
Hear me, boo-yaow, ready 4 whatever, Hell
What type nigga be a 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 from my hollow-point bullet to the
Will I survive or will I die is I wonder
Puffin' on and gettin' drunk to keep from goin' under

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

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

Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's
Had a ward but he didn't go to court
God damn, and one day all be together
then I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

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

Am I going to Hell or will I Heaven?
all this shit I did with my Mac-11
Did I my soul? Mama woulda 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 and look for a better way
I got a hundred round 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 diesel in the

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

my motherfuckin' nigga there
Big ballin' ass
Yeah nigga, you them young 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 'cause I'm hardly at
Every night in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna shake it 'cause I can't take it got me in Hell
Like I'm with a secret that'll kill me if I tell

I live the Life and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, just a part of the
So caine in the fast 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 my finger on the trigger
Now everybody's
Got a nigga hair and they wonder if I'm all there

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

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

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

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