Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh God, me I'm losin' it
So fuck it, me I'm doin' it
I need to change and for a better way
I got a hundred round to my AK

Commitin' sins I die in vain
So it, we'll live off the street fame
God didn't send me in the direction
I'm gettin' hit by a in the intersection

I know you're out there a young brother
'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 schooled young bustas
On how it is to be a motherfuckin' G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' so you best be packin'
If you ain't, motherfucker

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

I live the Life and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, a part 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 of a nigga
Goin' to Hell my finger on the trigger
Now everybody's
Got a nigga losin' hair and they if I'm all there

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

Yeah, ready 4
Ready 4
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 4 whatever
My nigga Banks just be ready 4
Modu, he's ready 4
Big Serg, we ready 4
Charlie Tango, 4 whatever
My nigga Pac, be ready 4
Yeah, ready 4
Ready 4

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