Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

There's no way to survive in the city a shame
Niggaz die from my hollow-point bullet to the
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, 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 spit when I kick 'em

die from automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man die
When they me, they bury me a G
Rest in peace, to all the got to Heaven before me

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

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

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

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

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

That's my nigga there
Big ass Syke
nigga, you schooled them 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, motherfucker

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

I live the Thug Life and nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, just a part of the
So caine in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
When I die, bury me with my

And let the devil feel the wrath of a
Goin' to with my finger on the trigger
Now everybody's
Got a nigga hair and they wonder 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, 4 whatever
Ready 4
Thug niggaz and we be ready 4 whatever
Let me go like this, 4 whatever
Huh, Big Syke he be 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, he's 4 whatever
Big Serg, we ready 4
Charlie Tango, ready 4
My nigga Pac, be 4 whatever
Yeah, ready 4
Ready 4

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