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

There's no way to survive in the city a shame
Niggaz die from my bullet to the brain
Will I or will I die is what I wonder
Puffin' on blunts and gettin' drunk to keep from under

Gettin' lost in the madness, 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 spit I kick 'em

Niggaz die from gunfire
time to expire, nobody 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 niggaz that's
Had a motherfuckin' ward but he didn't go to
God damn, and one day all be together
Until I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

Yeah, niggaz movin' in the nine-trey
It's all about makin' money, yours
And knockin' off the motherfuckin' planet
to the motherfuckin' nine 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 will I reach
After all this shit I did my Mac-11
Did I sell my Mama woulda saved me
That's the way daddy raised me

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

Commitin' sins I 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 know you're out there help a young
'Til then I'ma smoke
Things be so bad
If we got the things we never 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 be packin'
If you ain't, motherfucker

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

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

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

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

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

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

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