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 Life niggaz be the craziest, run up

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

Gettin' lost in the madness, blunted 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 automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, cry every man gotta die
When they 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 that's caught
Had a motherfuckin' but he didn't go to court
God damn, and one day all be together
Until then I'm ready 4 whatever,

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

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

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

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

I know you're out there help a brother
'Til then smoke motherfuckers
wouldn't be so bad
If we got the things that we never had, I'm ready 4

That's my motherfuckin' there
Big ballin' ass
Yeah nigga, you them young bustas
On how it is to be a motherfuckin' G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is daily so you best be packin'
If you ain't, boo-yaow

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

I live the Thug Life and can't nobody, me
Not to the brain, going insane, just a of the game
So caine in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
When I die, bury me with my

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

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

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

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

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