Luyện nghe bài hát We Ready 2000

[Verse 1: Troy]

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

[Hook 2x: (We 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 devil
I got them niggas with me they be gang bang

[Verse 2: Troy]

My head gone, cause I been on earth long enuff,
In this of little trust
Where all my models and rubs, till I bottled and brewed
And it's been provin' it ain't shit to prove
I move a gram a so, but clientele 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 think undercover
My doing fed time, so I move nickels and dimes
Praying he comes out I can break him off
He taught me all the game, make them boys our name
but from point blank range show them fuckers we ain't
I about a dozen of my cousins, homicide
How the hell am I to hide the fucking hurt
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 corner stores, the ski masks, the
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
Red Mouth, the Pastor need about a brick, and now it's on
Strictly, or grams,
them down georgia boys done blew up on all ya'll haters

[Hook 2x: (We in background)]

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

3: Pastor Troy]

I fill my with weed, uh,
I believe my congregation is testing me
Retailation would be than me,
praising me in my face
Shit these the muthafuckers trying to take my place
I to waste yo blood and leave ya church clothes filthy
But believe I do it without feeling guilty
Let's understand though the Pastor, I'm that nigga
Praising the Lord for blessing me nica triggas, and laser beams
And my team, my original team, and bandates
Try your to understand it
Nigga respect, I it
I its mandatory,
I'm popping on these niggas as I the Lord the glory
Like David, My slang human made
Fuck rocks, nigga my niggas got handgrenades
Who payed?, I have layed my on the line
Cops pulling grind, got the dodging one time
Signs of wars
magnum 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, just like
So what, I you would've never done
Nigga you did it and death be the outcome
I hate it but I put up with it long enuff
to ashes, and dust to fucking dust
Don't wit us

8x till end: (We Ready in background)]

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