Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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

Gettin' lost in the madness, gettin' 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 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 for the niggaz 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, movin' somethin' in the nine-trey
It's all makin' money, gettin' yours
And knockin' off the motherfuckin' planet
Word to the nine nigga
We make this motherfucker ours
If don't feel me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get nigga

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

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

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

I know you're out there help a young
'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 motherfuckin' G
In the motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you best be packin'
If you ain't, boo-yaow

Dear I know you worry 'cause I'm hardly at home
Every night in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna it 'cause 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 can't nobody, me
Not to the brain, going insane, just a part of the
So much in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
When I die, bury me my fo'-five

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

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

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

And my Bam Bam, he ready 4 whatever
My nigga just be ready 4 whatever
Modu, ready 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, ready 4 fo' sho'
Yeah, you
how the player's do it
I know you there confused
You wonderin', what of nigga is a Thug Life nigga?
Yeah hehehe nigga, we be the ballin' player-ass
gettin' riches, bitches and plenty loc'
Ready 4