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 Thug nigga?
Them Thug Life niggaz be the craziest, run up

There's no way to 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 keep from under

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

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

Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's
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 movin' in the nine-trey
It's all about makin' money, gettin'
And knockin' coppers off the motherfuckin'
Word to the motherfuckin' nigga
We gonna make this motherfucker
If they don't me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get nigga

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

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

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

I you're out there help a young brother
'Til I'ma smoke motherfuckers
wouldn't 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 schooled them bustas
On how it is to be a real G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' so you best be packin'
If you ain't, motherfucker

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

I the Thug Life and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, insane, just 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 Hell with my on the trigger
Now starin'
Got a nigga hair and they wonder if I'm all there

Well, blame me, blame the flame that flickers
When niggaz richer, mo' money
Now tell me if you live forever
Niggaz so be ready 4 whatever

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

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