Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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 I wonder
Puffin' on blunts and gettin' drunk to keep from goin'

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

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

Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz caught
Had a ward but he didn't go to court
God damn, and one day all be together
then I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

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

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

Oh God, help me I'm it
So fuck it, take me I'm it
I need to and look for a better way
I got a round clip 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 diesel in the

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

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

Dear mama I know you '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 the Thug Life and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, a part 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 wrath of a
Goin' to with my finger on the trigger
Now everybody's
Got a losin' hair and they wonder if I'm all there

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

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

And my nigga Bam Bam, he 4 whatever
My nigga Banks just be 4 whatever
Modu, he's 4 whatever
Big Serg, we ready 4
Tango, ready 4 whatever
My nigga Pac, be 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 standin' confused
You wonderin', what type of nigga is a Thug Life
Yeah hehehe nigga, we be the ballin' player-ass
About gettin' riches, bitches and loc'
Ready 4