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 Thug nigga?
Them Thug Life be the craziest, run up nigga

There's no way to survive in the city a shame
Niggaz die from my bullet to the brain
Will I survive or will I die is I wonder
Puffin' on blunts and gettin' drunk to keep from 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 just victim?
Unloadin' my clip, I'm watchin' bullet spit when I kick 'em

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

Pour 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 we'll all be
then I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

Yeah, niggaz movin' in the nine-trey
It's all about money, gettin' yours
And knockin' off the motherfuckin' planet
Word to the motherfuckin' nigga
We gonna make this ours
If they feel me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get nigga

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

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

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

I know out there help a young brother
'Til then I'ma smoke
Things be so bad
If we got the things that we never had, I'm 4 whatever

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

mama I know you worry '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 livin' in
Like I'm with a secret that'll kill 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 in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
I die, bury me with my fo'-five

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

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

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

And my nigga Bam Bam, he ready 4
My nigga Banks just be ready 4
Modu, he's ready 4
Big Serg, we ready 4
Charlie Tango, ready 4
My nigga Pac, be ready 4
Yeah, 4 whatever
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', type of nigga is a Thug Life nigga?
Yeah hehehe nigga, we be the player-ass nigga
About riches, bitches and plenty loc'
Ready 4