Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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 blunts and gettin' drunk to 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 spit when I kick 'em

Niggaz die automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, cry every man gotta 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 that's
Had a motherfuckin' ward but he didn't go to
God damn, and one day all be together
then I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

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

Am I going to Hell or I reach Heaven?
After all this shit I did my Mac-11
Did I sell my soul? woulda saved me
That's the way daddy raised me

Oh God, me I'm losin' it
So fuck it, take me I'm it
I need to and look for a better way
I got a hundred clip to my AK

Commitin' I might die in vain
So fuck it, we'll live off the fame
God send me in the right direction
I'm gettin' hit by a diesel in the

I know you're out there help a young
'Til then I'ma motherfuckers
wouldn't be so bad
If we got the things that we never had, I'm 4 whatever

That's my motherfuckin' nigga
Big ballin' ass
Yeah nigga, you schooled them bustas
On how it is to be a real G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is daily so you best be packin'
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
Wanna shake it 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 Thug Life and can't nobody, me
Not to the brain, going insane, 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 Hell my finger on the trigger
Now starin'
Got a nigga losin' hair and they 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
Niggaz so be ready 4 whatever

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

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

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