Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

There's no way to in the city it's a shame
Niggaz die from my bullet to the brain
I survive or will I die is what I wonder
Puffin' on blunts and drunk to keep from goin' 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' bullet spit when I kick 'em

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

some 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
all about makin' money, gettin' yours
And knockin' off the motherfuckin' planet
Word to the motherfuckin' nine
We make this motherfucker ours
If they don't feel me, they kill me
So Syke, get skanless

Am I going to or will I reach Heaven?
After all this I did with my Mac-11
Did I my soul? Mama woulda saved me
the way that daddy raised me

Oh God, me I'm losin' 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

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

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

my motherfuckin' nigga there
Big ass Syke
Yeah nigga, you schooled them young
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 night in jail, got you by the phone
Wanna shake it 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 Thug and can't nobody, change 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 with my

And let the devil feel the of a nigga
Goin' to with my finger on the trigger
Now starin'
Got a losin' hair and they wonder if I'm all there

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

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

And my Bam Bam, he ready 4 whatever
My nigga Banks be ready 4 whatever
Modu, he's ready 4
Big Serg, we 4 whatever
Charlie Tango, ready 4
My nigga Pac, be 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 know you standin' confused
You wonderin', what type of nigga is a Thug Life
Yeah hehehe nigga, we be the player-ass nigga
gettin' riches, bitches and plenty loc'
Ready 4