Luyện nghe bài hát We Ready 2000

[Verse 1: Troy]

These asking how I choose to die
Just like a muthafucking G is my only
Hi 7, Mac 11 with the shoulder
Crank me up, I'm gunning killing everything
And my veins pumping nothing but this thug
Maybe blue nigga, I'm through nigga, yeah
Situation got a bout to self-destruct
Better tell them niggas I give a fuck
I money, nigga money doesn't make me
Guess why all these weak niggas hate me
And lately I letting a bunch of shit ride
But fuck that where my forty-five

2x: (We Ready in background)]

I sold my soul to the for a small price
I walk muthafucking hell screaming thug life
And I was asking everybody where the devil
I got them niggas with me they be talking bang

[Verse 2: Pastor

My head gone, cause I been on this earth enuff,
In this land of little
all my models and rubs, till I been bottled and brewed
And it's been provin' that it shit to prove
I about a gram a so, but clientele won't grow,
until all them basers know, that I keep that
A new face shop with me, said she need a 30 piece
But I can't do shit because I think she's
My brother fed time, so I move nickels and dimes
when he comes out I can break him off
He me all the game, make them boys find our name
but from point blank range show them fuckers we soft
I lost about a dozen of my cousins,
How the am I supposed to hide the fucking hurt
The many tears I cry, me I tryed
Then my cousin came to me and coz go to work
Now I'm
My timing, perfect, pick a mack and me some
The stores, the ski masks, the forty-fours
Run up on 'em so slick, and get my pistol and
Give me the bag or I'm gone buss yo' shit
Now I came up, a thousand dollar lick
Yeah Red Mouth, the Pastor need about a brick, and now on
Strictly, or grams,
them down south boys done blew up on all ya'll haters

[Hook 2x: (We in background)]

I sold my soul to the for a small price
I walk through muthafucking hell screaming life
And I was asking everybody where the devil
I got niggas with me they be talking gang bang

3: Pastor Troy]

I my mind with weed, uh,
I can't my congregation is testing me
Retailation be less than me,
While me in my face
these the same muthafuckers trying to take my place
I to waste yo blood and leave ya church clothes filthy
But believe I do it without feeling guilty
Let's understand though the Pastor, I'm still that
Praising the Lord for blessing me with nica triggas, and beams
And my team, my original team, killers and
Try your to understand it
respect, I demand it
I its mandatory,
I'm popping on these niggas as I give the the glory
Like David, My slang shot human
Fuck whirling rocks, nigga my niggas got
Who payed?, I layed my life on the line
Cops pulling grind, got the dodging one time
of holy wars
Touting magnum forty-fours, and forty-fives, mac
There's a ways to die
Up in the mist, surrounded by evil men
Got to hi',
Grab the pistol and I let 'em fly, like hulk
So what, I you would've never done
Nigga you did it and death be the outcome
I hate it but I put up with it long enuff
to ashes, and dust to fucking dust
Don't wit us

[Hook 8x end: (We Ready in background)]

I sold my soul to the devil for a price
I walk through muthafucking hell screaming life
And I was asking everybody where the devil
I got them niggas with me they be talking bang