Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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

Gettin' lost in the madness, gettin' 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' every spit when I kick 'em

Niggaz die from gunfire
time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
When they 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 motherfuckin' ward but he go to court
God damn, and one day we'll all be
Until then I'm 4 whatever, c'mon

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

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

Oh God, help me I'm it
So it, take me I'm doin' it
I need to change and look for a way
I got a round clip to my AK

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

I you're out there help a young brother
'Til 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' nigga
Big ass Syke
Yeah nigga, you them young bustas
On how it is to be a motherfuckin' G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you be packin'
If you ain't, boo-yaow

Dear mama I know you worry I'm hardly at home
Every other in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna shake it 'cause I take it got me livin' in Hell
Like I'm walkin' with a that'll kill me if I tell

I live the Thug Life and nobody, change me
Not to the brain, insane, just a part of the game
So much caine in the 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 on the trigger
Now starin'
Got a nigga losin' and they wonder if I'm all there

Well, don't blame me, blame the flame that
niggaz gettin' richer, mo' money
Now me if you wanna live forever
Niggaz so be ready 4 whatever

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

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

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