Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, movin' somethin' in the nine-trey
It's all about makin' money, gettin'
And knockin' coppers off the planet
to the motherfuckin' nine nigga
We gonna make this ours
If they feel me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get nigga

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 raised me

Oh God, help me I'm it
So fuck it, take me I'm it
I need to change and look for a way
I got a hundred round to my AK

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

I know you're out help a young brother
'Til then I'ma smoke
Things be so bad
If we got the things 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 nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' 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 Thug Life and can't nobody, me
Not to the brain, going insane, a part of the game
So much in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
When I die, bury me with my

And let the feel the wrath of a nigga
Goin' to Hell with my finger on the
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 tell me if you live forever
Niggaz dyin' so be 4 whatever

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

And my nigga Bam Bam, he ready 4
My nigga Banks just be ready 4
Modu, ready 4 whatever
Big Serg, we ready 4
Charlie Tango, ready 4
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' there
You wonderin', what type of nigga is a Thug Life
Yeah nigga, we be the ballin' player-ass nigga
About gettin' riches, and plenty loc'
Ready 4