Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

Rule one, niggaz die, daily
Hear me, boo-yaow, 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
Niggaz die 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 goin' under

Gettin' lost in the madness, blunted gettin'
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' every spit when I kick 'em

Niggaz die automatic gunfire
time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
When they bury me, bury me a G
Rest in peace, to all the homies got to before me

Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's
Had a motherfuckin' ward but he go to court
God damn, and one day all be together
Until I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

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

Am I going to Hell or will I reach
After all this shit I did with my
Did I sell my soul? Mama saved me
the way that daddy raised me

Oh God, help me I'm it
So it, take me I'm doin' it
I to change and look for a better way
I got a round clip to my AK

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

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

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

I live the Thug Life and nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, just a part of the
So much in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
When I die, bury me my fo'-five

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

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

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

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

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