Luyện nghe bài hát We Ready 2000

[Verse 1: Troy]

niggas asking how I choose to die
Just like a muthafucking G is my only
Hi 7, Mac 11 with the slang
Crank me up, bitch I'm killing everything
And my pumping nothing but this thug blood
Maybe blue nigga, till I'm through nigga,
got a nigga bout to self-destruct
Better tell them niggas I give a fuck
I make money, nigga money make me
Guess that's why all these weak hate me
And I been letting a bunch of shit ride
But that where my muthafucking forty-five

[Hook 2x: (We 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 with me they be talking gang bang

[Verse 2: Pastor

My gone, cause I been on this earth long enuff,
In this of little trust
all my models and rubs, till I been bottled and brewed
And it's been provin' that it shit to prove
I move a gram a so, but clientele won't grow,
until all them know, that I keep that butter
A new face runs shop with me, she need a 30 piece
But I can't do shit because I think undercover
My brother doing fed time, so I move nickels and
Praying when he comes out I can him off
He taught me all the game, them boys find our name
but from point blank range show them fuckers we soft
I lost a dozen of my cousins, homicide
How the hell am I to hide the fucking hurt
The tears I cry, understanding me I tryed
my cousin came to me and said 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 fifteen dollar lick
Yeah Red Mouth, the Pastor need about a brick, and now on
Strictly, or grams,
down south georgia boys done blew up on all ya'll haters

[Hook 2x: (We in background)]

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

3: Pastor Troy]

I fill my with weed, uh,
I can't my congregation is testing me
Retailation would be less me,
praising me in my face
Shit the same muthafuckers trying to take my place
I hate to waste yo blood and leave ya clothes filthy
But believe I will do it without guilty
understand though the Pastor, I'm still that nigga
Praising the Lord for blessing me with nica triggas, and beams
And my team, my original team, and bandates
Try your best to it
respect, I demand it
I its mandatory,
I'm popping on these niggas as I give the Lord the
Like David, My shot human made
whirling rocks, nigga my niggas got handgrenades
Who payed?, I have layed my life on the
pulling grind, got the Pastor dodging one time
Signs of holy
magnum forty-fours, and forty-fives, mac 11's
There's a hundred to die
Up in the mist, by these evil men
Got to hi',
Grab the pistol and I let 'em fly, just hulk
So what, I thought you would've never
you did it and death will be the outcome
I hate it but I put up with it long enuff
Ashes to ashes, and dust to fucking
fuck wit us

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

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