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 Life niggaz be the craziest, run up nigga

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

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

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

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

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

Am I going to Hell or I reach Heaven?
After all shit I did with my Mac-11
Did I sell my soul? Mama saved me
the way that daddy raised me

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

Commitin' sins I die in vain
So fuck it, live off the street fame
God didn't send me in the direction
I'm gettin' hit by a diesel in the

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

mama I know you worry 'cause I'm hardly at home
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 walkin' with a secret that'll me if I tell

I live the Thug Life and nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, a part of the game
So much caine in the fast lane, a dry eye
When I die, bury me my fo'-five

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

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

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

My big-ballin' ass nigga Boom, ready 4 fo' sho'
Yeah, you
how the player's do it
I know you standin' 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'
Ready 4