Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

Rule number one, die, daily
Hear me, boo-yaow, ready 4 whatever, Hell
What type be a Thug Life nigga?
Thug Life 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 or will I die is what 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 watchin' every bullet spit when I 'em

Niggaz die from automatic
Your to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
When they bury me, they me a G
Rest in peace, to all the homies got to Heaven 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
It's all about money, gettin' yours
And coppers off the motherfuckin' planet
Word to the motherfuckin' nigga
We make this motherfucker ours
If they don't feel me, they gon' me
So Syke, get nigga

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

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

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

That's my motherfuckin' nigga
Big ballin' ass
Yeah nigga, you schooled them young
On how it is to be a motherfuckin' 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 I'm hardly at home
Every night 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' with a secret kill me if I tell

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

And let the devil the wrath of a nigga
to Hell with my finger on the trigger
Now starin'
Got a losin' 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, 4 whatever
Ready 4
Thug Life niggaz and we be ready 4
Let me go like this, ready 4
Huh, Big Syke he be 4 whatever
My nigga Kato, 4 whatever
Pain, ready 4 whatever

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