Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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

Gettin' lost in the madness, blunted gettin'
Got my pistol out the window screamin', "Lord and get me"
Am I sick, or am I just another
Unloadin' my clip, I'm watchin' every spit when I kick 'em

Niggaz die automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry man gotta die
When they bury me, they me a G
in peace, to all the homies got to Heaven before 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 we'll all be
then I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

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

Am I to Hell or will I reach Heaven?
After all this shit I did with my
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

sins I might die in vain
So fuck it, live off the street fame
God send me in the right direction
I'm hit by a diesel in the intersection

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

That's my motherfuckin' nigga
Big ass Syke
Yeah nigga, you schooled young 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, motherfucker

Dear mama I know you worry I'm hardly at home
Every other night in jail, got you patient by the
Wanna shake it 'cause I can't take it got me livin' in
Like I'm 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, just a part of the
So much caine in the lane, finally a dry eye
I die, bury me with my fo'-five

And let the feel the wrath of a nigga
to Hell with my finger 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 gettin' richer, mo'
Now tell me if you wanna forever
Niggaz so be ready 4 whatever

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

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

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