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 Thug Life
Thug 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 I die is what I wonder
Puffin' on blunts and gettin' drunk to keep goin' 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 every bullet spit when I kick 'em

Niggaz die from gunfire
time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
When they bury me, they me a G
Rest in peace, to all the 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 we'll all be
Until I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

Yeah, movin' somethin' in the nine-trey
It's all makin' money, gettin' yours
And coppers off the motherfuckin' planet
Word to the motherfuckin' nine
We gonna make this motherfucker
If they don't feel me, they kill me
So Syke, get skanless

Am I going to Hell or will I reach
After all this 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, we'll live off the street
God didn't me in the right direction
I'm gettin' hit by a in the intersection

I know you're out there help a brother
then I'ma smoke motherfuckers
Things be so bad
If we got the things we never had, I'm ready 4 whatever

my motherfuckin' nigga there
Big ballin' ass
Yeah nigga, you schooled them bustas
On how it is to be a motherfuckin' G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' so you best be packin'
If you ain't, motherfucker

Dear mama I 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 it got me livin' in Hell
Like I'm walkin' with a that'll kill me if I tell

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

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

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

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

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

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