Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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

Gettin' lost in the madness, 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' every bullet spit when I 'em

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

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

Am I to Hell or will I reach Heaven?
all this shit I did with my Mac-11
Did I sell my soul? Mama 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 change and for a better way
I got a round clip to my AK

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

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

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

Dear mama I know you worry 'cause I'm hardly at
Every other in jail, got you patient by the phone
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 Thug and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, a part of the game
So much in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
I die, bury me with my fo'-five

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

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

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

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

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