Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

Rule number one, die, daily
Hear me, boo-yaow, 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 it's a
Niggaz die from my bullet to the brain
I survive or will I die is what I wonder
Puffin' on blunts and gettin' drunk to from goin' under

Gettin' in the madness, blunted gettin' tipsy
Got my out the window 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 automatic
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man die
When they bury me, 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 didn't go to
God damn, and one day we'll all be
Until I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

Yeah, movin' somethin' in the nine-trey
all about makin' money, gettin' yours
And knockin' off the motherfuckin' planet
Word to the motherfuckin' nine
We make this motherfucker ours
If they don't feel me, they kill me
So Syke, get skanless

Am I to Hell or will I reach Heaven?
After all this shit I did with my
Did I my soul? Mama woulda saved me
That's the way daddy 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, live off the street fame
God didn't send me in the direction
I'm gettin' hit by a in the intersection

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

my motherfuckin' nigga there
Big ass Syke
Yeah nigga, you schooled them bustas
On how it is to be a real G
In the motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you best be packin'
If you ain't, motherfucker

Dear mama I know you worry I'm hardly at home
Every other 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 secret that'll 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, bury me my fo'-five

And let the devil feel the of a nigga
to Hell with my finger on the trigger
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 me if you wanna live forever
Niggaz 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 Kato, ready 4 whatever
Pain, he's 4 whatever

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

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