Luyện nghe bài hát Are U Ready 4 Us

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

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 mafia mafia, ya
'Cause the 1990 triple 6 2000

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

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

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

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 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 for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mafia is what I'm screamin', till the day I die, hoe, more
For the lame, educate bitches man, stay in focus, hocus pocus
Tryin' my best to High as the sky is why it's 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 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
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya
it's the 1990 triple 6 2000

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

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

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

You said, "Sou was a man of the house", I really done it
Koop you hung around that nigga man, try so hard to be a
Bitch, but come out to be with trick, I'm sick in the head
Better Fred, dirty red, yeah, yeah you gon' look
Too late fuckin' fool, 'cause you in your poo poo