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

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

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 another
Unloadin' my clip, I'm watchin' every bullet spit when I 'em

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

some liquor on the curb for the niggaz 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 movin' in the nine-trey
It's all about money, gettin' yours
And coppers off the motherfuckin' planet
Word to the nine nigga
We gonna make this motherfucker
If they don't feel me, gon' kill me
So Syke, get nigga

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

Oh God, help me I'm it
So fuck it, take me I'm it
I to change and look for a better way
I got a hundred round to my AK

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, ready 4
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 nigga Kato, ready 4
Pain, ready 4 whatever

And my Bam Bam, he ready 4 whatever
My Banks just be ready 4 whatever
Modu, he's ready 4
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, ready 4 whatever fo'
Yeah, you
how the player's do it
I know you standin' there
You wonderin', what type of nigga is a Thug Life
Yeah hehehe nigga, we be the ballin' nigga
About gettin' riches, bitches and loc'
Ready 4