Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

Rule number one, niggaz die,
me, boo-yaow, ready 4 whatever, Hell yeah
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 a shame
Niggaz die from my hollow-point bullet to the
Will I survive or I die is what I wonder
Puffin' on blunts and gettin' drunk to 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 victim?
my clip, I'm watchin' every bullet spit when I kick 'em

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's my nigga there
Big ballin' ass
Yeah nigga, you them young bustas
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, motherfucker

mama I know you worry 'cause I'm hardly at home
Every night in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna shake it 'cause I can't 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 caine in the lane, finally a dry eye
When I die, me with my fo'-five

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

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

Yeah, 4 whatever
4 whatever
Thug niggaz and we be ready 4 whatever
Let me go like this, 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 just be ready 4
Modu, he's ready 4
Big Serg, we 4 whatever
Charlie Tango, ready 4
My nigga Pac, be ready 4
Yeah, 4 whatever
Ready 4

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