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 slang
Crank me up, bitch I'm gunning killing
And my pumping nothing but this thug blood
Maybe blue nigga, I'm through nigga, yeah
Situation got a nigga to self-destruct
Better tell niggas I don't give a fuck
I money, nigga money doesn't make me
Guess that's why all these weak hate me
And I been letting a bunch of shit ride
But fuck where my muthafucking forty-five

2x: (We Ready in background)]

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

[Verse 2: Troy]

My head gone, cause I been on earth long enuff,
In land of little trust
Where all my models and rubs, till I been and brewed
And it's been provin' that it ain't shit to
I move about a gram a so, but won't grow,
until all them basers know, that I keep butter
A new face runs shop with me, she need a 30 piece
But I can't do shit I think she's undercover
My doing fed time, so I move nickels and dimes
Praying when he out I can break him off
He me all the game, make them boys find our name
but from blank range show them fuckers we ain't soft
I lost about a dozen of my cousins,
How the hell am I supposed to the fucking hurt
The many tears I cry, understanding me I
Then my cousin came to me and coz go to work
Now I'm
My timing, perfect, a mack 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 bag or I'm gone buss yo' shit
Now I came up, a fifteen thousand lick
Yeah Red Mouth, the Pastor need about a brick, and now on
Strictly, or grams,
them down south georgia boys blew up on all ya'll haters

2x: (We Ready in background)]

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

[Verse 3: Troy]

I my mind with weed, uh,
I believe my congregation is testing me
would be less than me,
While me in my face
Shit these the muthafuckers trying to take my place
I hate to yo blood and leave ya church clothes filthy
But believe I do it without feeling guilty
Let's though the Pastor, I'm still that nigga
the Lord for blessing 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 popping on these niggas as I give the Lord the
Like David, My slang human made
Fuck whirling rocks, my niggas got handgrenades
Who payed?, I have layed my life on the
pulling grind, got the Pastor dodging one time
Signs of holy
Touting forty-fours, and forty-fives, mac 11's
a hundred ways to die
Up in the mist, by these evil men
Got to hi',
Grab the pistol and I let 'em fly, just like
So what, I thought you would've never
Nigga you did it and death be the outcome
I hate it but I put up with it long enuff
Ashes to ashes, and to fucking dust
Don't wit us

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

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