Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh God, help me I'm it
So fuck it, take me I'm it
I need to change and look for a way
I got a hundred round to my AK

Commitin' I might die in vain
So fuck it, we'll off the street fame
God didn't send me in the right
I'm gettin' hit by a diesel in the

I know you're out there help a young
'Til then smoke motherfuckers
Things be so bad
If we got the things that we never had, I'm 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 'cause I'm hardly at home
Every other in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna shake it 'cause I can't take it got me in Hell
Like I'm with 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 caine in the 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 with my on the trigger
Now starin'
Got a nigga hair and they wonder if I'm all there

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

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

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

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