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

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

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

Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's
Had a motherfuckin' but he didn't go to court
God damn, and one day we'll all be
Until then I'm 4 whatever, c'mon

Yeah, niggaz somethin' in the nine-trey
It's all about makin' money, gettin'
And coppers off the motherfuckin' planet
to the motherfuckin' nine nigga
We gonna make this motherfucker
If they don't feel me, they gon' me
So Syke, get skanless

Am I to Hell or will I reach Heaven?
After all shit I did with my Mac-11
Did I sell my soul? Mama saved me
That's the way daddy raised me

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

Commitin' I might die in vain
So fuck it, live off the street fame
God send 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 had, I'm ready 4 whatever

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

mama I know you worry 'cause I'm hardly at home
Every other night in jail, got you patient by the
Wanna shake it 'cause I take it got me livin' in Hell
Like I'm walkin' with a secret kill me if I tell

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

And let the devil feel the of a nigga
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 that flickers
niggaz gettin' richer, mo' money
Now me if you wanna live forever
Niggaz so be ready 4 whatever

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

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

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