Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

Rule one, niggaz die, daily
Hear me, boo-yaow, ready 4 whatever, 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 my hollow-point bullet to the brain
Will I 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 out the window screamin', "Lord come and get me"
Am I sick, or am I just another
my clip, I'm watchin' every bullet spit when I kick 'em

Niggaz die from gunfire
Your to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
When bury me, they bury me a G
in peace, to all the homies got to Heaven before 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
then I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

Yeah, movin' somethin' in the nine-trey
It's all about makin' money, yours
And knockin' coppers off the motherfuckin'
Word to the nine nigga
We gonna this motherfucker ours
If they don't feel me, they gon' me
So Syke, get nigga

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

Oh God, me I'm losin' it
So it, take 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 fuck it, we'll live off the fame
God didn't me in the right direction
I'm gettin' hit by a diesel in the

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

That's my nigga there
Big ballin' ass
Yeah nigga, you schooled them bustas
On how it is to be a real G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is daily so you best be packin'
If you ain't, motherfucker

Dear mama I know you worry 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 live the Thug Life and nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, a part of the game
So much in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
I die, bury me with my fo'-five

And let the feel the wrath of a nigga
Goin' to Hell my finger on the trigger
Now everybody's
Got a nigga losin' and they wonder if I'm all there

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

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

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

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