Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

There's no way to survive in the city a shame
Niggaz die from my bullet to the brain
Will I survive or I die is what I wonder
Puffin' on blunts and gettin' drunk to keep from under

Gettin' lost in the madness, blunted 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 bullet when I kick 'em

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

Pour some on the curb for the niggaz that's caught
Had a motherfuckin' ward but he go to court
God damn, and one day all be together
Until then I'm ready 4 whatever,

Yeah, movin' somethin' in the nine-trey
It's all about makin' money, gettin'
And knockin' coppers off the planet
Word to the nine nigga
We gonna this motherfucker ours
If they feel me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get nigga

Am I going to Hell or will I Heaven?
After all shit I did with my Mac-11
Did I sell my soul? Mama woulda 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 change and for a better way
I got a round clip to my AK

Commitin' 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 you're out there help 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 motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you be packin'
If you ain't, motherfucker

Dear mama I know you 'cause I'm hardly at home
Every other in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna 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 the Thug Life and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, a part of the game
So caine 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 with my finger on the
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 gettin' richer, mo' money
Now tell me if you wanna forever
Niggaz dyin' so be 4 whatever

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

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

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