Luyện nghe bài hát We Ready 2000

[Verse 1: Troy]

These asking how I choose to die
Just like a G is my only reply
Hi 7, Mac 11 with the shoulder
Crank me up, bitch I'm gunning 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 I don't give a fuck
I make money, nigga money make me
Guess that's why all these weak niggas me
And lately I been letting a bunch of ride
But fuck that where my forty-five

2x: (We Ready in background)]

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

2: Pastor Troy]

My head gone, cause I been on this long enuff,
In this land of little
Where all my models and rubs, I been bottled and brewed
And it's been provin' it ain't shit to prove
I move about a gram a so, but clientele grow,
until all them know, that I keep that butter
A new runs shop with me, said 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 he comes out I can break him off
He taught me all the game, make them boys our name
but point blank range show them fuckers we ain't soft
I lost a dozen of my cousins, homicide
How the hell am I supposed to hide the fucking
The many I cry, understanding 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
me the muthafucking 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 done blew up on all ya'll

2x: (We Ready in background)]

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

[Verse 3: Pastor

I fill my with weed, uh,
I believe 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 blood and leave ya clothes filthy
But believe I will do it without guilty
Let's understand though the Pastor, I'm still 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
respect, I demand it
I its mandatory,
I'm on these niggas as I give the Lord the glory
Like David, My slang shot made
Fuck rocks, nigga my niggas got handgrenades
Who payed?, I have layed my on the line
Cops pulling grind, got the Pastor dodging one
Signs of holy
Touting forty-fours, and forty-fives, mac 11's
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 will be the
I sholl hate it but I put up with it enuff
Ashes to ashes, and dust to fucking
Don't wit us

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

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