Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

There's no way to in the city it's a shame
die from 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 from goin'

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
my clip, I'm watchin' every bullet spit when I kick 'em

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

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

Yeah, movin' somethin' in the nine-trey
It's all makin' money, gettin' yours
And knockin' off the motherfuckin' planet
to the motherfuckin' nine nigga
We make this motherfucker ours
If they feel me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get nigga

Am I going to Hell or will I Heaven?
all this shit I did with my Mac-11
Did I sell my soul? Mama saved me
That's the way that daddy me

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

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

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

my motherfuckin' nigga there
Big ass Syke
Yeah nigga, you schooled them bustas
On how it is to be a motherfuckin' G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' so you best be packin'
If you ain't, boo-yaow

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

I live the Life and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, a part of the game
So much caine in the fast lane, a dry eye
When I die, me with my fo'-five

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

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

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

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

My big-ballin' ass Boom, ready 4 whatever 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
Ready 4