Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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

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

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

Pour some liquor on the curb for the that's caught
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, niggaz movin' in the nine-trey
It's all makin' money, gettin' yours
And knockin' off the motherfuckin' planet
Word to the motherfuckin' nine
We gonna make this motherfucker
If they don't me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get skanless

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

Oh God, me I'm losin' it
So fuck it, me I'm doin' it
I need to and look for a better way
I got a hundred clip to my AK

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

I know you're out there a young brother
'Til then smoke motherfuckers
wouldn't 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 motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you best be packin'
If you ain't, motherfucker

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

I live the Thug Life and nobody, change me
Not to the brain, insane, just a part of the game
So caine 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 Hell my finger on the trigger
Now starin'
Got a nigga losin' and they wonder if I'm all there

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

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

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

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