Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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

Gettin' lost in the madness, gettin' tipsy
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 homies got to before me

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

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

Am I going to Hell or I reach Heaven?
After all this I did with my Mac-11
Did I sell my soul? Mama saved me
That's the way 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 round clip to my AK

Commitin' I might die in vain
So fuck it, live off the street fame
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
then I'ma smoke motherfuckers
Things be so bad
If we got the things that we never had, I'm ready 4

That's my motherfuckin' nigga
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' so you best 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 by the phone
Wanna it 'cause I can't take it got me livin' in Hell
Like I'm walkin' with a that'll kill me if I tell

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

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

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

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

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

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