Luyện nghe bài hát Ready 4 Whatever

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

There's no way to survive in the it's a shame
die from 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 under

Gettin' lost in the madness, blunted tipsy
Got my pistol out the 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 to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
When bury me, they bury me a G
Rest in peace, to all the got to Heaven before me

Pour some liquor on the for the niggaz that's caught
Had a motherfuckin' ward but he didn't go to
God damn, and one day all be together
Until I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

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

Am I going to Hell or will I Heaven?
After all this shit I did with my
Did I my soul? Mama woulda saved me
That's the way that daddy me

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

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

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

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 motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you best be packin'
If you ain't, boo-yaow

Dear mama I know you worry 'cause I'm hardly at
Every night in jail, got you patient 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 kill me if I

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

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

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

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

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