Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

no way to survive in the city it's a shame
Niggaz die from my hollow-point bullet to the
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

die from automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man die
When bury 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 go to court
God damn, and one day all be together
then I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

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

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

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

Commitin' I might die in vain
So fuck it, live off the street fame
God didn't send me in the right
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 never had, I'm 4 whatever

That's my motherfuckin' there
Big ballin' ass
Yeah nigga, you schooled them young
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 worry I'm hardly at home
Every other night in jail, got you by the phone
Wanna shake it I can't 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 nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, just a of the game
So much in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
I die, bury me with my fo'-five

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

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

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

And my Bam Bam, he ready 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, 4 whatever
4 whatever

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