Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, niggaz somethin' in the nine-trey
It's all about makin' money, gettin'
And knockin' coppers off the planet
Word to the nine nigga
We gonna make this motherfucker
If they feel me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get skanless

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

Oh God, help me I'm it
So fuck it, take me I'm 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 live off the street
God didn't send me in the direction
I'm gettin' hit by a in the intersection

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

That's my nigga there
Big ballin' ass
Yeah nigga, you them young bustas
On how it is to be a real G
In the motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you best be packin'
If you ain't, motherfucker

Dear mama I know you worry 'cause I'm at home
Every other in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna shake it 'cause I take it got me livin' in Hell
Like I'm with a secret that'll kill me if I tell

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

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

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

Yeah, 4 whatever
Ready 4
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 4 whatever

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

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