Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

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

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

Niggaz die automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry 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 caught
Had a motherfuckin' ward but he didn't go to
God damn, and one day we'll all be
then I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

Yeah, niggaz movin' in the nine-trey
It's all makin' money, gettin' yours
And knockin' off the motherfuckin' planet
Word to the nine nigga
We gonna this motherfucker ours
If they don't me, they 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, help me I'm it
So fuck it, me I'm doin' it
I need to change and look for a way
I got a round clip to my AK

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

I know out there help a young brother
'Til I'ma smoke motherfuckers
wouldn't be so bad
If we got the things that we had, I'm ready 4 whatever

my motherfuckin' 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' so you best be packin'
If you ain't, boo-yaow

Dear mama I know you worry 'cause I'm hardly at
other night in jail, got you patient 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 Life and can't nobody, me
Not to the brain, going insane, a part of the game
So much caine in the fast lane, a dry eye
When I die, bury me with my

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

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

Yeah, 4 whatever
4 whatever
Thug Life niggaz and we be ready 4
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 nigga Bam Bam, he ready 4
My Banks just be ready 4 whatever
Modu, he's 4 whatever
Big Serg, we ready 4
Charlie Tango, ready 4
My nigga Pac, be 4 whatever
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 standin' confused
You wonderin', what type of is a Thug Life nigga?
Yeah hehehe nigga, we be the ballin' nigga
About gettin' riches, bitches and loc'
Ready 4