Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

There's no way to in the city it's a shame
Niggaz die my hollow-point bullet to the brain
Will I or will I die is what I wonder
Puffin' on blunts and drunk 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 automatic
time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
When bury me, they bury me a G
Rest in peace, to all the homies got to before me

Pour some liquor on the for the niggaz that's caught
Had a motherfuckin' ward but he didn't go to
God damn, and one day all be together
Until then I'm 4 whatever, c'mon

Yeah, movin' somethin' in the nine-trey
It's all about money, gettin' yours
And knockin' coppers off the motherfuckin'
Word to the motherfuckin' nine
We gonna make this ours
If don't feel me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get nigga

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

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

Commitin' sins I die in vain
So fuck it, live off the street fame
God didn't send me in the direction
I'm gettin' hit by a diesel in the

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

my motherfuckin' nigga there
Big ballin' ass
Yeah nigga, you 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, boo-yaow

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

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

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

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

Yeah, 4 whatever
4 whatever
Thug Life niggaz and we be ready 4
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 4 whatever
My nigga Banks just be ready 4
Modu, ready 4 whatever
Big Serg, we ready 4
Charlie Tango, ready 4
My nigga Pac, be 4 whatever
Yeah, ready 4
Ready 4

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