Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

There's no way to survive in the it's a shame
Niggaz die from my hollow-point to the brain
Will I survive or will I die is what I
Puffin' on blunts and drunk to keep from goin' under

lost in the madness, blunted gettin' tipsy
Got my pistol out the screamin', "Lord come and get me"
Am I sick, or am I another victim?
Unloadin' my clip, I'm watchin' every bullet spit I kick 'em

Niggaz die from gunfire
Your time to expire, cry every man gotta die
When bury me, they bury me a G
Rest in peace, to all the homies got to before me

Pour some liquor on the for the niggaz that's caught
Had a ward but he didn't go to court
God damn, and one day all be together
Until then I'm 4 whatever, c'mon

Yeah, niggaz movin' 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 motherfucker
If they don't feel me, they kill me
So Syke, get nigga

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

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

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

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

That's my motherfuckin' nigga
Big ass Syke
Yeah nigga, you schooled young bustas
On how it is to be a real G
In the nine-trey is dyin' daily so you best be packin'
If you ain't, boo-yaow

Dear I know you worry 'cause I'm hardly at home
Every other night in jail, got you patient by the
Wanna shake it 'cause I can't take it got me 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 feel the wrath of a nigga
to Hell with my finger on the trigger
Now starin'
Got a nigga losin' hair and they wonder if I'm all

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

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

And my nigga Bam Bam, he ready 4
My nigga Banks just be ready 4
Modu, he's 4 whatever
Big Serg, we ready 4
Tango, ready 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 know you standin' confused
You wonderin', what type of nigga is a Thug Life
Yeah hehehe nigga, we be the ballin' player-ass
About gettin' riches, and plenty loc'
Ready 4