Luyện nghe bài hát Are U Ready 4 Us

1998, Three 6 mafia, hooked up with the motherfuckin' Dayton
Are y'all ready for us? Bring the pain, bitch, ya'll ready for us
Miphia style, flip time, '98, rollin' dees, smoke the trees bitch

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
'Cause it's the 1990 6 2000

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

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

Lookin' out the pane, 'cause all your gonna feel is pain
In your yard, I see a tree, I see your body hang, see the phone
it up, the wire that is only cut, I meant to pray
You're still gonna die, too late, bitch, your 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 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 mafia mafia, ya

the fuck you wanna do? Be a victim of my homicide
If you try to jack, I'll leave you 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 that smooth, motherfucker, snooze motherfucker

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

Macks back in cadillacs, drop glock in my draws
clip up under my balls, my dick's like a 44
Fuckin' up pussy wall, you ran your lip about your grip
And I'm in on the stash 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 DOA, bitch, that's 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 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 triple 6 2000

Give'em two to the head, three to the neck and the fuckin' tip
Too his chest, gotta buck him down, gotta buck him
Down town, talkin' bout' these clowns, talkin' 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 wasn't ready for us am I too much to
Can't you fuck with us in the lexus with Juicy J, getting fucked up
Tearin' the club up, what be on the radio?

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

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 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 for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya
Cause the 1990 triple 6 2000

Six bitch, so don't you fuck with click, 'cause if you fuck
With this click, you'll get a little of gun shots
You must don't who you fuckin' with bitch
'Cause we bodies in body 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 natural some
Don't make me your body numb trick
And have you hollerin' out mafia mafia mafia

Stick em' dead, kill em' dead, rush them tricks on down to the
With memphis convicts, bithces call me koopsta hoe
Fuck me once twice, wrapped up on that game of dice
How can I lie? When at hundred times

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