Luyện nghe bài hát We Ready 2000

[Verse 1: Troy]

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

[Hook 2x: (We in background)]

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

[Verse 2: Pastor

My head gone, cause I on this earth long enuff,
In this of little trust
Where all my models and rubs, till I been bottled and
And it's been provin' that it ain't to prove
I move a gram a so, but clientele won't 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 shit I think she's undercover
My brother fed time, so I move nickels and dimes
Praying when he comes out I can him off
He me all the game, make them boys find our name
but point blank range show them fuckers we ain't soft
I lost about a of my cousins, homicide
How the hell am I to hide the fucking hurt
The tears 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 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 thousand dollar lick
Yeah Red Mouth, the Pastor need a brick, and now it's on
Strictly, or grams,
them down georgia boys done 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 thug
And I was asking everybody where the hang
I got them niggas with me be talking gang bang

[Verse 3: Troy]

I fill my with weed, uh,
I can't my congregation is testing me
would be less than me,
While praising me in my
Shit the same muthafuckers trying to take my place
I to waste yo blood and leave ya church clothes filthy
But I will do it without feeling guilty
Let's understand though the Pastor, I'm still nigga
Praising the Lord for blessing me with triggas, and laser beams
And my team, my team, killers and bandates
Try best 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 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 wars
magnum forty-fours, and forty-fives, mac 11's
There's a 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 will be the outcome
I sholl hate it but I put up with it long
Ashes to ashes, and dust to fucking
fuck wit us

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

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