Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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

Gettin' in the madness, blunted gettin' tipsy
Got my pistol out the screamin', "Lord come and get me"
Am I sick, or am I just another
Unloadin' my clip, I'm watchin' every bullet when I kick 'em

Niggaz die from automatic
Your time to expire, nobody cry man gotta die
When bury me, they bury me a G
in peace, to all the homies got to Heaven 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 then I'm ready 4 whatever,

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

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

Oh God, help me I'm it
So fuck it, me I'm doin' it
I to change and look for a better way
I got a round clip to my AK

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

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

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

Dear mama I know you worry 'cause I'm hardly at
Every other in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna shake it 'cause I can't 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 of the game
So much caine in the fast lane, a dry eye
I die, bury me with my fo'-five

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

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

Yeah, ready 4
4 whatever
Thug Life niggaz and we be ready 4
Let me go like this, ready 4
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 Banks just be ready 4 whatever
Modu, he's ready 4
Big Serg, we 4 whatever
Charlie Tango, ready 4
My nigga Pac, be ready 4
Yeah, 4 whatever
Ready 4

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