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

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

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

Niggaz die from automatic
Your time to expire, cry every man gotta die
When bury me, they bury me a G
Rest in peace, to all the homies got to Heaven 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 we'll all be
then I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

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

Am I going to Hell or will I Heaven?
After all this 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 it, take me I'm doin' it
I need to and look for a better way
I got a hundred clip to my AK

sins I might die in vain
So fuck it, we'll live off the fame
God send me in the right direction
I'm hit by a diesel 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 never had, I'm ready 4

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

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

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

Well, blame me, blame the flame that flickers
When 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, ready 4
Huh, Big he be ready 4 whatever
My nigga Kato, 4 whatever
Pain, he's ready 4

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

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