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?
Them Thug Life be the craziest, run up nigga

There's no way to survive in the city a shame
Niggaz die from my hollow-point to the brain
Will I survive or will I die is what I
Puffin' on blunts and gettin' drunk to from goin' 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 just victim?
my clip, I'm watchin' every bullet spit when I kick 'em

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

Pour some liquor on the for the niggaz that's caught
Had a motherfuckin' ward but he go to court
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 money, gettin' yours
And knockin' coppers off the planet
Word to the motherfuckin' nine
We gonna make motherfucker ours
If they don't feel me, they gon' me
So Syke, get nigga

Am I going to Hell or will I reach
After all this 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 change and for a better way
I got a round clip to my AK

Commitin' sins I might die in
So it, we'll live 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 help a young
'Til I'ma smoke motherfuckers
Things be so bad
If we got the things we never had, I'm ready 4 whatever

That's my motherfuckin' nigga
Big ballin' ass
Yeah nigga, you them young bustas
On how it is to be a motherfuckin' G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you best be
If you ain't, boo-yaow

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

I live the Life and can't 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, me with my fo'-five

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

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

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

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

My big-ballin' ass nigga Boom, ready 4 whatever fo'
Yeah, you
how the player's do it
I know you standin' there
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