Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

Rule number one, niggaz die,
Hear me, boo-yaow, ready 4 whatever, yeah
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 hollow-point 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 out the window screamin', "Lord come and get me"
Am I sick, or am I just victim?
Unloadin' my clip, I'm watchin' every spit when I kick 'em

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

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

Yeah, niggaz movin' somethin' in the
all about makin' money, gettin' yours
And knockin' coppers off the planet
Word to the motherfuckin' nine
We make this motherfucker ours
If they feel me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get nigga

Am I going to Hell or will I Heaven?
After all this shit I did with my
Did I sell my soul? Mama 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 and look 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 street
God didn't send me in the right
I'm gettin' hit by a in the intersection

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 had, I'm ready 4 whatever

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

Dear I know you worry 'cause I'm hardly at home
Every other night in jail, got you by the phone
Wanna it 'cause I can't take it got me livin' in Hell
Like I'm walkin' with a secret kill me if I tell

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

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

Well, don't me, blame the flame that flickers
When niggaz richer, mo' money
Now tell me if you wanna live
dyin' so be ready 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 ready 4
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 4 whatever
Big Serg, we 4 whatever
Tango, ready 4 whatever
My Pac, be ready 4 whatever
Yeah, ready 4
4 whatever

My big-ballin' ass nigga Boom, 4 whatever fo' sho'
Yeah, you
how the player's do it
I you standin' there 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