Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

Rule number one, die, daily
Hear me, boo-yaow, 4 whatever, Hell yeah
What type 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
die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain
Will I or will I die is what I wonder
Puffin' on blunts and gettin' to keep from goin' under

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

die from automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man die
When they me, they bury me a G
in peace, to all the homies 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 all be together
Until then I'm ready 4 whatever,

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

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

Oh God, help me I'm it
So it, take me I'm doin' it
I need to change and look for a way
I got a round clip to my AK

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

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

my motherfuckin' nigga 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 know you 'cause I'm hardly at home
other night in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna it 'cause 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 Thug and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, just a part of the
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 finger on the
Now starin'
Got a nigga losin' hair and wonder if I'm all there

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

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

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

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