Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

There's no way to survive in the city a shame
Niggaz die from my hollow-point 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 pistol out the screamin', "Lord come and get me"
Am I sick, or am I another victim?
Unloadin' my clip, I'm watchin' bullet spit when I kick 'em

Niggaz die automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, cry every man gotta die
When they me, they bury me a G
Rest in peace, to all the homies got to Heaven me

some liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's 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 somethin' in the nine-trey
all about makin' money, gettin' yours
And knockin' coppers off the planet
Word to the motherfuckin' nine
We gonna make this motherfucker
If they don't feel me, gon' kill me
So Syke, get nigga

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

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

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

I know you're out there help a young
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 nigga there
Big ballin' ass
Yeah nigga, you schooled them 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 in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna shake it 'cause I can't take it got me in Hell
Like I'm walkin' with a that'll kill me if I tell

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

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

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

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

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

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