Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

Rule number one, die, daily
me, boo-yaow, ready 4 whatever, Hell yeah
What type nigga be a Thug Life
Them Thug Life be the craziest, run up nigga

no way to survive in the city it's a shame
Niggaz die my hollow-point bullet to the brain
Will I survive or I die is what I wonder
Puffin' on and gettin' drunk to keep from goin' under

lost in the madness, blunted gettin' tipsy
Got my out the window screamin', "Lord come and get me"
Am I sick, or am I another victim?
Unloadin' my clip, I'm watchin' every bullet when I kick 'em

Niggaz die from automatic
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man die
they bury me, they bury me a G
Rest in peace, to all the got to Heaven before me

Pour some on the curb for the niggaz that's caught
Had a motherfuckin' ward but he go to court
God damn, and one day we'll all be
Until I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

Yeah, niggaz somethin' in the nine-trey
It's all about money, gettin' yours
And knockin' coppers off the motherfuckin'
Word to the motherfuckin' nigga
We gonna make this ours
If they feel me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get skanless

Am I to Hell or will I reach Heaven?
all this shit I did with my Mac-11
Did I my soul? Mama woulda saved me
That's the way that daddy me

Oh God, me I'm losin' it
So fuck it, take me I'm it
I need to change and for a better way
I got a hundred round to my AK

sins I might die in vain
So it, we'll live off the street fame
God didn't send me in the direction
I'm hit by a diesel in the intersection

I know you're out help a young brother
then I'ma smoke motherfuckers
Things be so bad
If we got the things that we never had, I'm 4 whatever

That's my motherfuckin' nigga
Big ass Syke
Yeah nigga, you schooled them young
On how it is to be a motherfuckin' G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is daily so you best be packin'
If you ain't, boo-yaow

mama I know you worry 'cause I'm hardly at home
Every night in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna shake it 'cause I can't it got me livin' in Hell
Like I'm walkin' with a secret that'll me if I tell

I the Thug Life and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, just a of the game
So much caine in the lane, finally a dry eye
When I die, bury me with my

And let the devil feel the wrath of a
to Hell with my finger on the trigger
Now starin'
Got a nigga losin' hair and they wonder if I'm all

Well, don't me, blame the flame that flickers
When niggaz gettin' richer, mo'
Now tell me if you wanna live
dyin' so be ready 4 whatever

Yeah, ready 4
4 whatever
Thug Life and we be ready 4 whatever
Let me go like this, ready 4
Huh, Big Syke he be ready 4
My nigga Kato, ready 4
Pain, he's 4 whatever

And my Bam Bam, he ready 4 whatever
My nigga just be ready 4 whatever
Modu, he's 4 whatever
Big Serg, we ready 4
Tango, ready 4 whatever
My nigga Pac, be ready 4
Yeah, ready 4
4 whatever

My ass nigga Boom, ready 4 whatever fo' sho'
Yeah, you
This how the do it
I know you standin' confused
You wonderin', what type of nigga is a Life nigga?
Yeah hehehe nigga, we be the player-ass nigga
About riches, bitches and plenty loc'
Ready 4