Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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

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

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

Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's
Had a motherfuckin' but he didn't 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 coppers off the motherfuckin' planet
Word to the motherfuckin' nine
We gonna make this motherfucker
If don't feel me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get skanless

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

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

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

I know you're out there a young brother
'Til I'ma smoke motherfuckers
wouldn't be so bad
If we got the things that we never had, I'm 4 whatever

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

Dear mama I 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
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 part of the
So much caine in the fast lane, a dry eye
When I die, bury me my fo'-five

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

Well, blame me, blame the flame that flickers
When gettin' richer, mo' money
Now tell me if you live forever
Niggaz dyin' so be ready 4

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

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

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