Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

There's no way to survive in the city 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 gettin' to keep from goin' under

Gettin' lost in the madness, gettin' 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 bullet when I kick 'em

Niggaz die automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man die
they bury me, they bury 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' 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' somethin' in the
It's all about money, gettin' yours
And knockin' coppers off the planet
Word to the motherfuckin' nigga
We gonna this motherfucker ours
If they don't me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get skanless

Am I going to Hell or will I Heaven?
all this shit I did with my Mac-11
Did I sell my soul? Mama 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 hundred round 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 you're out there help a young brother
'Til 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 them young bustas
On how it is to be a real G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you be packin'
If you ain't, motherfucker

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

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

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

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

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

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

My ass nigga Boom, ready 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 nigga?
Yeah hehehe nigga, we be the ballin' nigga
gettin' riches, bitches and plenty loc'
Ready 4