Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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

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

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

Pour some liquor on the 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' somethin' in the
It's all about makin' money, gettin'
And knockin' coppers off the planet
Word to the motherfuckin' nigga
We gonna make this 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 this shit I did my Mac-11
Did I my soul? 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 hundred clip to my AK

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

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

my motherfuckin' nigga there
Big ass Syke
nigga, you schooled them young bustas
On how it is to be a real G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' so you best be packin'
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 I can't take it got me livin' in Hell
Like I'm walkin' with a secret that'll kill me if I

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

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

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

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 4 whatever
My Kato, ready 4 whatever
Pain, he's ready 4

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

My big-ballin' ass nigga Boom, ready 4 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' nigga
About riches, bitches and plenty loc'
Ready 4