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

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

[Verse 2: Pastor

My head gone, cause I been on earth long enuff,
In this land of little
Where all my and rubs, till I been bottled and brewed
And it's been that it ain't shit to prove
I move about a gram a so, but won't grow,
until all them basers know, I keep that butter
A new runs shop with me, said she need a 30 piece
But I can't do shit because I she's undercover
My brother fed time, so I move nickels and dimes
Praying when he comes out I can him off
He taught me all the game, make them boys our name
but from point blank range show fuckers we ain't soft
I lost about a of my cousins, homicide
How the am I supposed 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 mack and me clothing
The stores, the ski masks, the forty-fours
Run up on 'em so slick, and get my and click
Give me the bag or I'm gone buss yo' shit
Now I up, a fifteen thousand dollar lick
Red Mouth, the Pastor need about a brick, and now it's on
Strictly, or grams,
them down south georgia boys done blew up on all ya'll

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

[Verse 3: Troy]

I fill my mind weed, uh,
I can't believe my congregation is me
would be less than me,
While praising me in my
Shit these the same muthafuckers trying to my place
I hate to waste yo blood and leave ya church filthy
But believe I will do it without feeling
Let's though the Pastor, I'm still that nigga
Praising the Lord for blessing me 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 life on the
Cops pulling grind, got the Pastor one time
of holy wars
Touting forty-fours, and forty-fives, mac 11's
There's a hundred 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 thought you never done
Nigga you did it and death be the outcome
I sholl hate it but I put up it long enuff
to ashes, and dust to fucking dust
Don't wit us

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