Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

Rule one, niggaz die, daily
Hear me, boo-yaow, ready 4 whatever, yeah
What type nigga be a Life nigga?
Them Life niggaz be the craziest, run up nigga

There's no way to survive in the it's a shame
Niggaz die my hollow-point bullet to the brain
I survive or will I die is what I wonder
Puffin' on and gettin' drunk 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 just another
my clip, I'm watchin' every bullet spit when I kick 'em

Niggaz die automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man die
When they bury me, 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 didn't go to
God damn, and one day all be together
Until I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

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

Am I to Hell or will I reach Heaven?
After all this shit I did 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, 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 might die in
So fuck it, we'll off the street fame
God send me in the right direction
I'm gettin' hit by a diesel in the

I know out there help a young brother
'Til then smoke motherfuckers
Things 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 schooled 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, boo-yaow

Dear mama I know you worry 'cause I'm 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 walkin' a secret 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 much caine in the lane, finally a dry eye
When I die, bury me with my

And let the devil feel the of a nigga
Goin' to with my finger 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
When niggaz gettin' richer, mo'
Now tell me if you wanna live
Niggaz dyin' so be ready 4

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

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

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