Luyện nghe bài hát We Ready 2000

[Verse 1: Pastor

These niggas how I choose to die
Just a muthafucking G is my only reply
Hi 7, Mac 11 with the shoulder
Crank me up, bitch I'm killing everything
And my veins pumping nothing but thug blood
blue nigga, till I'm through nigga, yeah
Situation got a nigga bout to
Better them niggas I don't give a fuck
I make money, nigga money make me
that's why all these weak niggas hate me
And lately I been letting a bunch of ride
But fuck that where my muthafucking

2x: (We Ready in background)]

I sold my soul to the devil for a price
I walk muthafucking 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 little
Where all my models and rubs, I been bottled and brewed
And it's provin' that it ain't shit to prove
I move about a a so, but clientele won't grow,
until all them basers know, I keep that butter
A new face runs shop with me, said she need a 30
But I can't do because 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 taught me all the game, them boys find our name
but from point blank range show them we ain't soft
I lost about a of my cousins, homicide
How the hell am I to hide the fucking hurt
The many tears I cry, 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 need about a brick, and now it's on
Strictly, or grams,
them down south georgia boys blew up on all ya'll haters

2x: (We Ready in background)]

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

[Verse 3: Troy]

I fill my with weed, uh,
I can't believe my congregation is me
Retailation 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 clothes filthy
But believe I will do it without feeling
Let's understand though the Pastor, I'm that nigga
Praising the Lord for blessing me with nica triggas, and beams
And my team, my original team, killers and
Try your best to it
respect, I demand it
I its mandatory,
I'm popping on niggas as I give the Lord the glory
Like David, My shot human made
whirling rocks, nigga my niggas got handgrenades
Who payed?, I have my life on the line
pulling grind, got the Pastor dodging one time
Signs of holy
magnum forty-fours, and forty-fives, mac 11's
There's a ways to die
Up in the mist, surrounded by these men
Got to hi',
Grab the pistol and I let 'em fly, just hulk
So what, I thought you would've done
Nigga you did it and death will be the
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 sold my soul to the devil for a small
I walk through muthafucking hell screaming thug
And I was asking where the devil hang
I got them niggas me they be talking gang bang