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 Life 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
Will I survive or will I die is I wonder
Puffin' on and gettin' drunk to keep from goin' under

Gettin' lost in the madness, blunted gettin'
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 spit when I kick 'em

Niggaz die from gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry man gotta die
they bury me, they bury me a G
Rest in peace, to all the got to Heaven before me

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

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

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

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

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

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

my motherfuckin' nigga there
Big ballin' ass
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 best be
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 it got me livin' in Hell
Like I'm with a secret that'll kill me if I tell

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

And let the devil feel the of a nigga
to Hell with my finger on the trigger
Now starin'
Got a nigga hair and they wonder if I'm all there

Well, don't blame me, blame the flame that
niggaz gettin' richer, mo' money
Now tell me if you live forever
Niggaz dyin' so be 4 whatever

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

And my nigga Bam Bam, he 4 whatever
My Banks just be ready 4 whatever
Modu, he's 4 whatever
Big Serg, we ready 4
Tango, ready 4 whatever
My Pac, be ready 4 whatever
Yeah, 4 whatever
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 type of nigga is a Thug Life
Yeah nigga, we be the ballin' player-ass nigga
About gettin' riches, and plenty loc'
4 whatever