Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

no way to survive in the city it's a shame
Niggaz die from my bullet to the brain
Will I or will I die is what I wonder
on blunts and gettin' drunk to keep from goin' under

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, cry every man gotta die
When they bury me, they me a G
Rest in peace, to all the got to Heaven before me

Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz caught
Had a motherfuckin' ward but he go to court
God damn, and one day we'll all be
Until then I'm ready 4 whatever,

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

Am I going to Hell or will I Heaven?
After all this 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 hundred round to my AK

Commitin' sins I might die in
So fuck it, we'll live off the fame
God send me in the right direction
I'm gettin' hit by a diesel in the

I know you're out there help a brother
then I'ma smoke motherfuckers
Things be so bad
If we got the things that we had, I'm ready 4 whatever

That's my motherfuckin' there
Big ballin' ass
Yeah nigga, you schooled them 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, boo-yaow

mama I know 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 in Hell
Like I'm walkin' a secret that'll kill me if I tell

I live the Life and can't 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 devil the wrath of a nigga
to Hell with my finger on the trigger
Now everybody's
Got a nigga losin' hair and wonder if I'm all there

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

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

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

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