Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

Rule number one, niggaz die,
me, boo-yaow, ready 4 whatever, Hell yeah
What type be a Thug Life nigga?
Them Thug 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 what I
Puffin' on blunts and gettin' drunk to keep from 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 every bullet spit when I kick 'em

die from automatic gunfire
Your 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 liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's caught
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 movin' somethin' in the
It's all about money, gettin' yours
And knockin' coppers off the motherfuckin'
Word to the nine nigga
We make this motherfucker ours
If they don't me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get skanless

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

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

sins I might die in vain
So it, we'll live off the street fame
God send me in the right direction
I'm hit by a diesel in the intersection

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

That's my nigga there
Big ballin' ass
Yeah nigga, you schooled them bustas
On how it is to be a real G
In the nine-trey 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 night in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna shake it 'cause I take 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 part of the
So much in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
When I die, me with my fo'-five

And let the devil feel the of a nigga
to Hell with my finger on the trigger
Now everybody's
Got a nigga 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 live forever
Niggaz dyin' so be 4 whatever

Yeah, 4 whatever
Ready 4
Thug niggaz and we be ready 4 whatever
Let me go like this, ready 4
Huh, Big he be ready 4 whatever
My nigga Kato, ready 4
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 4 whatever
Charlie Tango, ready 4
My Pac, be ready 4 whatever
Yeah, 4 whatever
4 whatever

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