Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

no way to survive 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
Puffin' on and gettin' drunk to keep from goin' under

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

Niggaz die from automatic
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 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 I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

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

Am I going to Hell or will I 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, help me I'm it
So fuck it, me I'm doin' it
I need to change and for a better way
I got a hundred round to my AK

Commitin' sins I might die in
So fuck it, live off the street fame
God send me in the right direction
I'm gettin' hit by a in the intersection

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

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

Dear mama I know you worry 'cause I'm 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 me if I tell

I live the Thug Life and can't nobody, 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 starin'
Got a nigga losin' hair and they if I'm all there

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

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

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