Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

There's no way to survive in the it's 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'

Gettin' lost in the madness, blunted gettin'
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 time to expire, nobody cry man gotta die
When they me, they bury me a G
Rest in peace, to all the got to Heaven before me

some 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
then I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

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

Am I going to Hell or will I reach
After all this I did with my Mac-11
Did I sell my Mama woulda 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 hundred round to my AK

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

I you're out there help a young brother
'Til then I'ma motherfuckers
Things be so bad
If we got the things that we had, I'm ready 4 whatever

That's my motherfuckin' nigga
Big ballin' ass
Yeah nigga, you schooled them young
On how it is to be a real G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you best be
If you ain't, boo-yaow

Dear mama I know you worry 'cause I'm at home
Every other night in jail, got you patient by the
shake it 'cause I can't 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, bury me my fo'-five

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

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

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

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

My big-ballin' ass Boom, ready 4 whatever fo' sho'
Yeah, you
how the player's 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 plenty
4 whatever