Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

Rule number one, niggaz die,
Hear me, boo-yaow, ready 4 whatever, Hell
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 it's a
die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain
Will I survive or 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 pistol out the window screamin', "Lord and get me"
Am I sick, or am I another victim?
Unloadin' my clip, I'm every bullet spit when I kick 'em

Niggaz die automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man die
When they me, they bury me a G
Rest in peace, to all the homies got to Heaven 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 all be together
Until then I'm ready 4 whatever,

Yeah, niggaz somethin' 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 feel me, they kill me
So Syke, get nigga

Am I going to Hell or I reach Heaven?
After all this I did with my Mac-11
Did I sell my soul? Mama woulda me
That's the way daddy raised me

Oh God, me I'm losin' it
So fuck it, take me I'm it
I need to change and for a better way
I got a hundred clip 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 hit by a diesel in the intersection

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

That's my motherfuckin' nigga
Big ballin' ass
Yeah nigga, you schooled young bustas
On how it is to be a motherfuckin' G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' so you best be packin'
If you ain't, boo-yaow

Dear mama I know you worry 'cause I'm at home
other night in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna shake it 'cause I take it got me livin' in Hell
Like I'm with a secret that'll kill me if I tell

I the Thug Life and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, just a part of the
So much caine in the fast lane, a dry eye
When I die, bury me with my

And let the feel the wrath of a nigga
Goin' to Hell with my finger on the
Now starin'
Got a nigga losin' hair and they wonder if I'm all

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

Yeah, 4 whatever
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 Kato, ready 4 whatever
Pain, he's ready 4

And my nigga Bam Bam, he 4 whatever
My nigga Banks 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
Ready 4

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