Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

Rule number one, die, daily
Hear me, boo-yaow, ready 4 whatever, yeah
What type nigga be a Thug nigga?
Them Life niggaz 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' in the madness, blunted gettin' tipsy
Got my pistol out the 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 gunfire
Your time to expire, 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 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 somethin' in the nine-trey
It's all about money, gettin' yours
And knockin' coppers off the motherfuckin'
Word to the motherfuckin' nigga
We make this motherfucker ours
If they don't me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get nigga

Am I going to Hell or will I reach
After all this I did with my Mac-11
Did I sell my Mama woulda saved me
That's the way that raised me

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

sins I might die in vain
So fuck it, we'll off the street fame
God didn't me in the right direction
I'm gettin' hit by a in the intersection

I know you're out there help a brother
then I'ma smoke motherfuckers
Things be so bad
If we got the things that we never had, I'm ready 4

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

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

I the Thug Life and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, a part of the game
So much caine in the lane, finally a dry eye
When I die, bury me with my

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

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

Yeah, 4 whatever
4 whatever
Thug Life and we be ready 4 whatever
Let me go this, ready 4 whatever
Huh, Big he be ready 4 whatever
My Kato, ready 4 whatever
Pain, he's 4 whatever

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

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