Luyện nghe bài hát Are U Ready 4 Us

1998, Three 6 mafia, hooked up with the Dayton family
Are y'all ready for us? Bring the pain, bitch, ain't ready for us
Miphia style, flip time, '98, rollin' like dees, the trees bitch

We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia, ya
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya
'Cause the 1990 triple 6 2000

Mixtures of sin and gin on sight, cut the wings off an
On both sides, I'm suin', huntin', all them suckas, your last name
First, Meyers, Michael, is killin', Three 6 killin'
What else I say? Even children probably don't give a fuck
If you are naughty or nice at night, sacrifice, good bye, out

Can you me? Can you hear me? Did you pick the scene?
A lot of fools done fucked around town, showed up in your
Standin' in a hideaway, infra red, them guns
Gotcha shakin', gotcha nervous, knowin' not how to get

Lookin' out the window pane, 'cause all gonna feel is pain
In your yard, I see a tree, I also see your body hang, see the
Pick it up, the that is only cut, I meant to pray
You're gonna die, too late, bitch, your time is up

We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia, ya
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya

We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia, ya
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafia mafia, ya

What the fuck you do? Be a victim of my homicide
If you try to jack, I'll leave you dead head in the G
And creep up out my vehicle and continue my move
Still gat under the dirt, now put it up in hand
Now ain't that smooth, motherfucker, snooze

Move motherfucker, loose motherfucker, put your down
To the and don't you take a look up, I heard about
What you cook up, see bitch, is a stick up
I'm you off your tippy toes, take your cheese
And fuck your hoes, givin' you crack

Macks back in your cadillacs, drop glock in my
clip up under my balls, my dick's like a 44
Fuckin' up your pussy wall, you ran your lip about grip
And I'm takin' in on the box, your pockets are swoll hoe
And I'm for a jackpot, I wear a mask on my face

So I catch a case, keepin' it low key, don't nobody know me
I'm just like a snake when I through your window
So the cops, cold hard on me kin though
So motherfuck the 5-0, all about survival
I leave them like DOA, bitch, dead on arrival

We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafia mafia, ya
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya

We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia, ya
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia, ya
Cause it's the 1990 triple 6

two to the head, three to the neck and the other fuckin' tip
Too his motherfuckin' chest, gotta him down, gotta buck him
Down town, bout' these clowns, talkin' shit up in my fuckin' town
Since he ain't dead yet, check his head, check his

Playa should have guessed, he was strapped a fuckin' vest
Hoe you have known, you was fuckin' with the triple 6
We bust, I knew you ready for us am I too much to avoid?
Can't you fuck with us in the lexus truck with J, getting fucked up
Tearin' the club up, be bumpin' on the radio?

is what I'm screamin', till the day I die, hoe, more game
For the lame, educate bitches man, stay in focus, hocus pocus
Tryin' my best to maintain High as the sky is why my business,
Bitch, up your own fuckin' account and get up out my shit

We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia, ya
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia, ya

We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia, ya
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafia mafia, ya
Cause it's the 1990 triple 6

Six bitch, so don't you fuck with this click, if you fuck
With this click, you'll get a little of gun shots
You must don't know who you with bitch
'Cause we leavin' bodies in bags, drop em' off in a ditch

I mean, kid, know I mean, kid, see we come from
A natural bomb, a natural gun, a gimme some
Don't make me your body numb trick
And have you hollerin' out mafia mafia mafia

Stick em' dead, kill em' dead, them tricks on down to the flo'
With north memphis convicts, bithces me koopsta hoe
Fuck me once never twice, wrapped up on that of dice
How can I lie? When at nine times

You said, "Sou was a man of the house", I don't really it
Koop you hung around nigga man, try so hard to be a soldier
Bitch, but out to be dealt with trick, I'm sick in the head
Better call Fred, dirty red, yeah, you gon' look
Too late fool, 'cause you drownin' in your poo poo