Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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 and gettin' drunk to keep from goin' under

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

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

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

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

Am I going to Hell or will I reach
all this shit I did with my Mac-11
Did I sell my soul? Mama saved me
the way that daddy raised me

Oh God, me I'm losin' it
So fuck it, me I'm doin' it
I need to change and look for a way
I got a round clip to my AK

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

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

my motherfuckin' nigga there
Big ass Syke
nigga, you schooled them 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, boo-yaow

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

I live the 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
I die, bury me with my fo'-five

And let the feel the wrath of a nigga
Goin' to Hell with my on the trigger
Now starin'
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 live
dyin' so be ready 4 whatever

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

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

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