Luyện nghe bài hát We Ready 2000

[Verse 1: Troy]

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

[Hook 2x: (We in background)]

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

2: Pastor Troy]

My head gone, cause I been on this earth enuff,
In this land of trust
Where all my models and rubs, till I been 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 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 nickels and dimes
Praying 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 hell am I supposed to hide the fucking
The many I cry, understanding me I tryed
my cousin came to me and said coz go to work
Now I'm
My timing, perfect, a mack and me some clothing
The stores, the ski masks, the forty-fours
Run up on 'em so slick, and get my and click
Give me the muthafucking bag or I'm gone yo' shit
Now I came up, a fifteen thousand dollar
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

[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 where the devil hang
I got them niggas with me be talking gang bang

3: Pastor Troy]

I my mind with weed, uh,
I can't my congregation is testing me
would be less than me,
While me in my face
Shit the same muthafuckers trying to take my place
I hate to waste yo blood and leave ya church clothes
But I will do it without feeling guilty
understand though the Pastor, I'm still that nigga
Praising the Lord for blessing me nica triggas, and laser 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 shot human made
Fuck whirling rocks, my niggas got handgrenades
Who payed?, I have layed my life on the
Cops pulling grind, got the dodging one time
Signs of holy
Touting magnum forty-fours, and forty-fives, mac
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 hulk
So what, I thought you would've never
Nigga you did it and death will be the
I sholl hate it but I put up it long enuff
Ashes to ashes, and to fucking dust
Don't wit us

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

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