Luyện nghe bài hát We Ready 2000

[Verse 1: Pastor

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

[Hook 2x: (We in background)]

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

2: Pastor Troy]

My gone, cause I been on this earth long enuff,
In this of little trust
Where all my models and rubs, I been bottled and brewed
And it's been provin' that it shit to prove
I move about a gram a so, but clientele grow,
all them basers know, that I keep that butter
A new face runs shop me, said she need a 30 piece
But I can't do because I think she's undercover
My brother doing fed time, so I move nickels and
Praying he comes out I can break him off
He taught me all the game, make them boys our name
but from point blank range them fuckers we ain't soft
I lost a dozen of my cousins, homicide
How the hell am I to hide the fucking hurt
The many tears I cry, understanding me I
my cousin came to me and said coz go to work
Now I'm
My timing, perfect, pick a and me some clothing
The corner stores, the ski masks, the
Run up on 'em so slick, and get my pistol and
Give me the muthafucking bag or I'm buss yo' shit
Now I up, a fifteen thousand dollar lick
Red Mouth, the Pastor need about a brick, and now it's on
Strictly, or grams,
them down south georgia boys done blew up on all ya'll

2x: (We Ready in background)]

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

[Verse 3: Troy]

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

[Hook 8x till end: (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 them niggas with me they be talking gang