Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

There's no way to survive in the city a shame
Niggaz die from my bullet to the brain
I survive or will I die is what I wonder
Puffin' on blunts and gettin' drunk to keep goin' under

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

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

Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz caught
Had a ward but he didn't go to court
God damn, and one day all be together
Until I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

Yeah, niggaz movin' in the nine-trey
all about makin' money, gettin' yours
And knockin' off the motherfuckin' planet
Word to the nine nigga
We gonna this motherfucker ours
If they don't feel me, they gon' me
So Syke, get skanless

Am I going to Hell or will I reach
all this shit I did with my Mac-11
Did I sell my Mama woulda saved me
That's the way daddy raised 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 clip to my AK

sins I might die in vain
So fuck it, we'll live off the fame
God send me in the right direction
I'm hit by a diesel in the intersection

I know out there help a young brother
then I'ma smoke motherfuckers
Things be so bad
If we got the things that we had, I'm ready 4 whatever

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

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

I live the Thug and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, just a of the game
So caine in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
I die, bury me with my fo'-five

And let the devil feel the wrath of a
Goin' to Hell with my finger on the
Now everybody's
Got a nigga losin' hair and wonder if I'm all there

Well, don't blame me, blame the flame that
When niggaz richer, mo' money
Now tell me if you wanna forever
Niggaz dyin' so be 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 Kato, ready 4 whatever
Pain, ready 4 whatever

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

My big-ballin' ass nigga Boom, ready 4 fo' sho'
Yeah, you
This how the do it
I know you standin' there
You wonderin', what type of nigga is a Thug Life
Yeah nigga, we be the ballin' player-ass nigga
About gettin' riches, bitches and loc'
Ready 4