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 but this 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 doesn't me
Guess that's why all weak niggas hate me
And lately I been letting a of shit ride
But fuck that where my forty-five

2x: (We Ready in background)]

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

2: Pastor Troy]

My head gone, cause I on this earth long enuff,
In land of little trust
Where all my and rubs, till I been bottled and brewed
And it's provin' that 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 face shop with me, said she need a 30 piece
But I can't do shit because I think she's
My brother 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 them fuckers we ain't soft
I lost 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, pick a mack and me clothing
The corner stores, the ski masks, the
Run up on 'em so slick, and get my pistol and
Give me the muthafucking bag or I'm gone buss yo'
Now I came up, a fifteen dollar lick
Yeah Red Mouth, the Pastor need a brick, and now it's on
Strictly, or grams,
them down south georgia done blew up on all ya'll haters

[Hook 2x: (We in background)]

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

3: Pastor Troy]

I fill my mind weed, uh,
I believe my congregation is testing me
Retailation would be less me,
praising me in my face
Shit these the same trying to take 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
the Lord for blessing me with 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
whirling rocks, nigga my niggas got handgrenades
Who payed?, I have layed my on the line
Cops pulling grind, got the Pastor dodging one
of holy wars
Touting magnum forty-fours, and forty-fives, mac
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 thought you would've done
Nigga you did it and will be the outcome
I sholl it but I put up with it long enuff
to ashes, and dust to fucking dust
Don't wit us

[Hook 8x till (We Ready in background)]

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