Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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

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

Niggaz die from gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man die
When they bury me, they 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' but he didn't go to court
God damn, and one day all be together
Until then I'm ready 4 whatever,

Yeah, niggaz movin' in the nine-trey
It's all makin' money, gettin' yours
And knockin' 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 nigga

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

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

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

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 nigga there
Big ballin' ass
nigga, you schooled them young bustas
On how it is to be a motherfuckin' G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you best be
If you ain't, boo-yaow

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

I live the Thug Life and nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, just a part of the
So much caine in the lane, finally a dry eye
When I die, bury me my fo'-five

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

Well, don't blame me, blame the flame flickers
When niggaz richer, mo' money
Now me if you wanna live forever
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 Kato, ready 4 whatever
Pain, he's ready 4

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
Charlie Tango, 4 whatever
My nigga Pac, be ready 4
Yeah, 4 whatever
Ready 4

My big-ballin' ass nigga Boom, 4 whatever fo' sho'
Yeah, you
This how the 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 gettin' riches, bitches and plenty
4 whatever