Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

There's no way to survive in the city a shame
Niggaz die from my bullet to the brain
Will I or will I die is what I wonder
on blunts and gettin' 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 another victim?
Unloadin' my clip, I'm watchin' every bullet spit I kick 'em

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

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

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

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

Oh God, me I'm losin' it
So fuck it, take me I'm it
I to change and look for a better way
I got a hundred round to my AK

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

I know you're out help a young brother
'Til then I'ma smoke
Things be so bad
If we got the things 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 real G
In the nine-trey is dyin' daily so you best be packin'
If you ain't, boo-yaow

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

I live the Thug Life and nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, just a of the game
So much caine in the fast lane, a dry eye
When I die, bury me my fo'-five

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

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

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

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

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