Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

Rule number one, niggaz die,
Hear me, boo-yaow, 4 whatever, Hell yeah
What nigga be a Thug Life nigga?
Thug 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 survive or will I die is what I
Puffin' on blunts and gettin' to keep from goin' under

Gettin' lost in the madness, gettin' tipsy
Got my out the window screamin', "Lord come and get me"
Am I sick, or am I another victim?
Unloadin' my clip, I'm 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
in peace, to all the homies got to Heaven before me

Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's
Had a motherfuckin' ward but he go to court
God damn, and one day all be together
Until I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

Yeah, movin' somethin' in the nine-trey
It's all about makin' money, gettin'
And knockin' coppers off the motherfuckin'
Word to the motherfuckin' nigga
We gonna make this ours
If they feel me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get skanless

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

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

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

I you're out there help a young brother
'Til then smoke motherfuckers
wouldn't be so bad
If we got the things that we had, I'm ready 4 whatever

my motherfuckin' nigga 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 dyin' daily so you best be
If you ain't, motherfucker

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

And let the devil the wrath of a nigga
Goin' to Hell with my on the trigger
Now everybody's
Got a nigga losin' hair and they if I'm all there

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

Yeah, 4 whatever
Ready 4
Thug niggaz and we be ready 4 whatever
Let me go this, ready 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 Banks just be 4 whatever
Modu, he's ready 4
Big Serg, we ready 4
Charlie Tango, ready 4
My Pac, be ready 4 whatever
Yeah, 4 whatever
Ready 4

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