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?
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 hollow-point bullet to the
Will I survive or will I die is I wonder
Puffin' on blunts and drunk to keep from goin' under

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

Niggaz die from automatic
Your time to expire, cry every man gotta die
they bury me, they bury me a G
Rest in peace, to all the got to Heaven before me

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

Yeah, niggaz movin' in the nine-trey
all about makin' money, gettin' yours
And knockin' coppers off the motherfuckin'
to the motherfuckin' nine nigga
We make this motherfucker ours
If they don't feel me, they kill me
So Syke, get skanless

Am I going to or will I reach Heaven?
After all this shit I did my Mac-11
Did I sell my soul? woulda 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 to change and look for a better way
I got a round clip to my AK

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

I know out there help a young brother
'Til then I'ma motherfuckers
Things be so bad
If we got the things that we had, I'm ready 4 whatever

my motherfuckin' nigga there
Big ass Syke
nigga, you schooled them young bustas
On how it is to be a motherfuckin' G
In the nine-trey is dyin' 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 night in jail, got you by the phone
Wanna shake it 'cause I can't it got me livin' in Hell
Like I'm walkin' a secret that'll kill me if I tell

I the Thug Life and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, just a of the game
So much 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 with my finger on the
Now starin'
Got a nigga losin' and they wonder if I'm all there

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

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

And my nigga Bam Bam, he 4 whatever
My nigga Banks just be ready 4
Modu, he's 4 whatever
Big Serg, we ready 4
Charlie Tango, ready 4
My nigga Pac, be ready 4
Yeah, ready 4
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 Life nigga?
Yeah nigga, we be the ballin' player-ass nigga
About gettin' riches, bitches and loc'
Ready 4