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 niggaz be the craziest, run up

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

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

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

Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's
Had a motherfuckin' ward but he go to court
God damn, and one day we'll all be
then I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

Yeah, niggaz movin' somethin' in the
all about makin' money, gettin' yours
And knockin' coppers off the motherfuckin'
Word to the nine nigga
We gonna make this motherfucker
If they don't me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get nigga

Am I to Hell or will I reach Heaven?
After all this shit I did my Mac-11
Did I sell my soul? Mama woulda 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 round clip to my AK

Commitin' sins I die in vain
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 there help a young
'Til I'ma smoke motherfuckers
Things be so bad
If we got the that we never had, I'm ready 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' so you best be packin'
If you ain't, boo-yaow

Dear mama I know you worry I'm hardly at home
other night 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 that'll kill me if I

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

And let the devil feel the 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 flickers
When niggaz richer, mo' money
Now tell me if you wanna forever
Niggaz dyin' so be 4 whatever

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

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