Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

There's no way to survive in the city a shame
Niggaz die from my bullet to the brain
Will I survive or will I die is I wonder
Puffin' on blunts and drunk to keep 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 victim?
Unloadin' my clip, I'm watchin' every 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 some liquor on the curb for the that's caught
Had a motherfuckin' ward but he go to court
God damn, and one day we'll all be
Until I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

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

Am I to Hell or will I reach Heaven?
After all this shit I did 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, take me I'm it
I need to change and look for a 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 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 ready 4

That's my motherfuckin' there
Big ass Syke
Yeah nigga, you them 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 I know you worry 'cause I'm hardly at home
other night in jail, got you patient 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 live the Thug Life and can't nobody, me
Not to the brain, going insane, a part of the game
So much caine in the lane, finally a dry eye
I die, bury me with my fo'-five

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

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

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

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

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