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

There's no way to survive in the city a shame
Niggaz die my hollow-point bullet to the brain
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, blunted tipsy
Got my pistol out the screamin', "Lord come and get me"
Am I sick, or am I just victim?
Unloadin' my clip, I'm every bullet spit when I kick 'em

Niggaz die automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry man gotta die
When 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 caught
Had a motherfuckin' ward but he didn't go to
God damn, and one day all be together
Until I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

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

Am I going to Hell or I reach Heaven?
After all this shit I did with my
Did I sell my Mama woulda saved me
the way that daddy raised me

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

Commitin' sins I might die in
So fuck it, live off the street fame
God didn't send me in the direction
I'm hit by a diesel in the intersection

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

That's my motherfuckin' nigga
Big ballin' ass
Yeah nigga, you schooled them young
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, boo-yaow

Dear mama I know you worry 'cause I'm hardly at
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 kill me if I tell

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

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

Well, blame me, blame the flame that flickers
When gettin' richer, mo' money
Now me if you wanna live forever
Niggaz dyin' so be ready 4

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

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

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