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 Thug nigga?
Them Thug Life niggaz be the craziest, run up

no way to survive in the city it's a shame
Niggaz die from my bullet to the brain
Will I survive or will I die is what I
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 just victim?
Unloadin' my clip, I'm watchin' every bullet when I kick 'em

Niggaz die from automatic
time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
When bury me, they bury me a G
in peace, to all the homies got to Heaven before me

Pour liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's caught
Had a ward but he didn't go to court
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 money, gettin' yours
And knockin' coppers off the planet
to the motherfuckin' nine nigga
We gonna make motherfucker ours
If they don't feel me, they gon' 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 sell my soul? woulda saved me
the way that daddy 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

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

I know out there help 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

That's my motherfuckin' nigga
Big ballin' ass
Yeah nigga, you them young bustas
On how it is to be a motherfuckin' G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you best be
If you ain't, motherfucker

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

I live the Life and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, insane, just a part of the game
So caine in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
When I die, bury me with my

And let the devil feel the wrath of a
Goin' to Hell with my 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 flame that
niggaz gettin' richer, mo' money
Now me if you wanna live forever
dyin' so be ready 4 whatever

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

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

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