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
Them Thug Life niggaz be the craziest, run up

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

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

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

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

Yeah, niggaz movin' in the nine-trey
It's all about makin' money, gettin'
And knockin' off the motherfuckin' planet
to the motherfuckin' nine nigga
We gonna make this motherfucker
If they don't me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get skanless

Am I to Hell or will I reach Heaven?
all this shit I did with my Mac-11
Did I sell my soul? Mama saved me
That's the way that raised 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, live off the street fame
God didn't me in the right 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 ballin' ass
nigga, you schooled them young bustas
On how it is to be a motherfuckin' G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you be packin'
If you ain't, motherfucker

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

I live the Thug and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, just a 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
to Hell with my finger on the trigger
Now starin'
Got a nigga hair and they wonder if I'm all there

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

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

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

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