Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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

Niggaz die from automatic
time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
When bury me, they 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 ward but he didn't go to court
God damn, and one day we'll all be
Until then I'm ready 4 whatever,

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

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

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

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

I know out there help a young brother
'Til 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 young
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, motherfucker

Dear mama I know you worry 'cause I'm hardly at
Every other night in jail, got you patient by the
Wanna shake it 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 much caine in the lane, finally a dry eye
When I die, me with my fo'-five

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

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

Yeah, ready 4
Ready 4
Thug niggaz and we be ready 4 whatever
Let me go like this, 4 whatever
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 Banks just be ready 4 whatever
Modu, he's ready 4
Big Serg, we 4 whatever
Charlie Tango, 4 whatever
My nigga Pac, be 4 whatever
Yeah, 4 whatever
Ready 4

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