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 niggaz 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 survive or I die is what I wonder
Puffin' on and gettin' drunk to keep 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
my clip, I'm watchin' every bullet spit when I kick 'em

Niggaz die automatic gunfire
time to expire, nobody 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 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
then I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

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

Am I to Hell or will I reach Heaven?
After all shit I did with my Mac-11
Did I my soul? Mama woulda saved me
That's the way daddy raised me

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

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

I know you're out there a young brother
'Til then I'ma motherfuckers
Things be so bad
If we got the things that we never had, I'm ready 4

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

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

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 fast lane, a dry eye
I die, bury me with my fo'-five

And let the devil feel the of a nigga
to Hell with my finger on the trigger
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 niggaz richer, mo' money
Now tell me if you wanna live
dyin' so be ready 4 whatever

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

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