Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

There's no way to survive in the city a shame
Niggaz die my hollow-point bullet to the brain
Will I survive or will I die is what I
Puffin' on blunts and gettin' drunk to keep from goin'

Gettin' lost in the madness, 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' every bullet when I kick 'em

die from automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry man gotta die
they bury me, they bury me a G
Rest in peace, to all the got to Heaven before me

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

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

Am I going to or will I reach Heaven?
After all this I did with my Mac-11
Did I my soul? Mama woulda saved 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 change and for a better way
I got a hundred round to my AK

sins I might die in vain
So fuck it, we'll off the street fame
God didn't send me in the direction
I'm gettin' hit by a diesel in the

I know you're out help a young brother
'Til then I'ma smoke
wouldn't be so bad
If we got the things that we never had, I'm 4 whatever

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

mama I know 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 take it got me livin' in
Like I'm walkin' with a secret that'll 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 caine in the fast lane, a dry eye
When I die, me with my fo'-five

And let the devil the wrath of a nigga
Goin' to Hell with my finger on the
Now everybody's
Got a nigga losin' and they wonder if I'm all there

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

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

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

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