Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

Rule number one, niggaz die,
Hear me, boo-yaow, ready 4 whatever, Hell
What type nigga be a Life nigga?
Them Life niggaz 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 survive or will I die is I wonder
Puffin' on blunts and gettin' to keep from goin' under

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 spit when I 'em

die from automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man 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 that's
Had a ward but he didn't go to court
God damn, and one day all be together
Until I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

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

Am I to Hell or will I reach Heaven?
After all this shit I did 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 fuck it, me I'm doin' it
I need to and look for a better way
I got a hundred round to my AK

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

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

That's my motherfuckin' there
Big ass Syke
Yeah nigga, you 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 you worry 'cause I'm hardly at home
Every other in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna it 'cause I can't take it got me livin' in Hell
Like I'm walkin' with a secret that'll me if I tell

I live the Thug Life and can't nobody, me
Not to the brain, going insane, a part of the game
So much caine in the fast lane, a dry eye
I die, bury 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' hair and they if I'm all there

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

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

And my nigga Bam Bam, he ready 4
My nigga Banks 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
4 whatever

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