Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

Rule one, niggaz die, daily
Hear me, boo-yaow, 4 whatever, Hell yeah
What type be a Thug 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 hollow-point bullet to the
I survive or will I die is what I wonder
Puffin' on blunts and drunk to keep from goin' under

lost in the madness, blunted gettin' tipsy
Got my out the window 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 automatic
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 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
Until then I'm ready 4 whatever,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dear mama I know you 'cause I'm hardly at home
Every other night in jail, got you by the phone
Wanna shake it 'cause I can't take it got me 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 much caine in the fast lane, a dry eye
I die, bury me with my fo'-five

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

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

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

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

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