Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

There's no way to survive in the it's a shame
die from 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 under

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

Niggaz die automatic gunfire
time to expire, nobody 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 for the niggaz 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
all about makin' money, gettin' yours
And knockin' coppers off the motherfuckin'
to the motherfuckin' nine nigga
We gonna make this motherfucker
If they don't feel me, they kill me
So Syke, get skanless

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

Oh God, me I'm losin' it
So fuck it, take me I'm it
I need to change and look for a way
I got a hundred clip to my AK

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

I know you're out there help a young
'Til then smoke motherfuckers
wouldn't be so bad
If we got the things that we never had, I'm ready 4

That's my nigga there
Big ass Syke
Yeah nigga, you schooled them young
On how it is to be a real G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is daily so you best be packin'
If you ain't, motherfucker

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

I live the Thug and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, just a of the game
So much caine in the fast lane, a dry eye
When I die, bury me with my

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

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

Yeah, ready 4
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 Kato, ready 4 whatever
Pain, ready 4 whatever

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

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