Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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

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

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

Pour liquor 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 4 whatever, c'mon

Yeah, niggaz somethin' in the nine-trey
It's all about money, gettin' yours
And coppers off the motherfuckin' planet
Word to the motherfuckin' nine
We gonna make this motherfucker
If they feel me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get skanless

Am I to Hell or will I reach Heaven?
all this shit I did with my Mac-11
Did I sell my Mama woulda saved me
That's the way that raised me

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

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

I know you're out there help a young
'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 schooled young bustas
On how it is to be a motherfuckin' G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you best be
If you ain't, boo-yaow

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

I live the Thug Life and can't nobody, me
Not to the brain, going insane, just a part of the
So caine in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
I die, bury me with my fo'-five

And let the devil feel the of a nigga
Goin' to Hell with my on the trigger
Now starin'
Got a nigga losin' hair and they wonder if I'm all

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

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

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

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