Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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

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

Niggaz die from gunfire
time to expire, nobody 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 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 I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

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

Am I going to Hell or will I reach
After all this shit I did with my
Did I sell my soul? Mama woulda me
That's the way 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 hundred clip to my AK

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

I know you're out there help a young
'Til then I'ma smoke
Things be so bad
If we got the things that we had, I'm ready 4 whatever

my motherfuckin' nigga there
Big ballin' ass
Yeah nigga, you them 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

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 take it got me in Hell
Like I'm with a secret that'll kill me if I tell

I live the Life and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, just a of the game
So much caine in the lane, finally a dry eye
When I die, me with my fo'-five

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

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

Yeah, 4 whatever
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 Kato, ready 4 whatever
Pain, he's ready 4

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

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