Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

Rule number one, die, daily
Hear me, boo-yaow, ready 4 whatever, Hell
type nigga be a Thug Life nigga?
Them Life niggaz 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
I survive or will I die is what I wonder
Puffin' on and gettin' 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?
Unloadin' my clip, I'm watchin' every spit when I kick 'em

die from automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, cry every man gotta die
When they bury me, they me a G
Rest in peace, to all the homies got to before me

Pour some liquor on the curb for the that's caught
Had a ward but he didn't go to court
God damn, and one day all be together
Until then I'm ready 4 whatever,

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

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

Oh God, help me I'm it
So fuck it, me I'm doin' it
I to change and look for a better way
I got a hundred clip to my AK

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

I know out there help a young brother
'Til then smoke motherfuckers
Things be so bad
If we got the things we never had, I'm ready 4 whatever

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

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

I live the Thug and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, insane, just a part of the game
So much caine in the lane, finally a dry eye
I die, bury me with my fo'-five

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

Well, blame me, blame the flame that flickers
When niggaz richer, mo' money
Now tell me if you wanna live
Niggaz so be ready 4 whatever

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

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

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