Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

Rule number one, niggaz die,
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 city a shame
die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain
Will I survive or I die is what I wonder
Puffin' on and gettin' drunk to keep from goin' under

lost in the madness, blunted 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' every bullet when I kick 'em

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

Pour liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's caught
Had a motherfuckin' 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 makin' money, gettin' yours
And knockin' off the motherfuckin' planet
Word to the motherfuckin' nine
We make this motherfucker ours
If don't feel me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get nigga

Am I going to or will I reach Heaven?
After all this shit I did my Mac-11
Did I my soul? Mama woulda 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 hundred clip to my AK

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

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

That's my motherfuckin' 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' so you best be packin'
If you ain't, motherfucker

Dear mama I know you 'cause I'm hardly at home
Every night in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna shake it 'cause I take it got me livin' in Hell
I'm walkin' 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, a part of the game
So much in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
When I die, me with my fo'-five

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

Well, don't me, blame the flame that flickers
When niggaz richer, mo' money
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, ready 4
Huh, Big Syke he be 4 whatever
My nigga Kato, ready 4
Pain, he's 4 whatever

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

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