Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

There's no way to survive in the it's a shame
Niggaz die from my bullet to the brain
Will I or will I die is what I wonder
Puffin' on blunts and gettin' drunk to 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?
my clip, I'm watchin' every bullet spit when I kick 'em

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

Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's
Had a ward but he didn't go to court
God damn, and one day all be together
Until then I'm ready 4 whatever,

Yeah, niggaz somethin' in the nine-trey
It's all about money, gettin' yours
And coppers off the motherfuckin' planet
to the motherfuckin' nine nigga
We make this motherfucker ours
If they don't me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get nigga

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

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

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

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 never had, I'm ready 4

my motherfuckin' nigga there
Big ass Syke
Yeah nigga, you schooled young bustas
On how it is to be a real G
In the motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you best be packin'
If you ain't, boo-yaow

mama I know you worry 'cause I'm hardly at home
Every other night in jail, got you patient by the
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 Life and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, a part of the game
So caine in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
When I die, me with my fo'-five

And let the devil feel the wrath of a
Goin' to Hell my finger 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 richer, mo' money
Now tell me if you wanna live
Niggaz dyin' so be ready 4

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

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

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