Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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

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

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

Pour some liquor on the for the niggaz that's caught
Had a ward but he didn't go to court
God damn, and one day all be together
then 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 nine nigga
We make this motherfucker ours
If they don't feel me, they kill me
So Syke, get skanless

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

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

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

I you're out there help a young brother
'Til I'ma smoke motherfuckers
wouldn't 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 schooled them bustas
On how it is to be a motherfuckin' G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you be packin'
If you ain't, boo-yaow

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

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

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

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

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

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

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