Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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

Gettin' in the madness, blunted gettin' tipsy
Got my out the window 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 from gunfire
Your to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
When they 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 caught
Had a ward but he didn't go to court
God damn, and one day we'll all be
then I'm ready 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 gonna make this ours
If they don't me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get nigga

Am I going to Hell or will I Heaven?
After all this shit I did with my
Did I sell my soul? woulda saved me
That's the way that raised me

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

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

I know you're out there a young brother
'Til then 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 bustas
On how it is to be a real 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 in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna shake it 'cause I can't take it got me in Hell
Like I'm with a secret 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 in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
When I die, me with my fo'-five

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 that flickers
niggaz gettin' richer, mo' money
Now me if you wanna live forever
Niggaz dyin' so be ready 4

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

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

My big-ballin' ass nigga Boom, ready 4 fo' sho'
Yeah, you
how the player's do it
I know you there confused
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'
4 whatever