Luyện nghe bài hát Tear Da Club Up

Tear da club up, tear da club up

This for all the playa haters who be talkin' that
The Three 6 no love, we quick to murder a trick
You be a friend or foe, kinda down or not
I'm rollin' with tha fool Crunchy and we got them

up by da 4-5 and the 38
You wanna take this click to war, fool be a mistake
Chris bring the mossberg with the slugs and
We got some graves for ya body already dug and

Infamous grab the with a 100 rounds
load da tech and blow dem bastards down
Juice wit the two 9's a nigga name Shae
On the we shoot 'em up, so hard they feel the pain

I thought you knew that I'm from where the shit is so thick
at the club we got so bucked, we try to tear up sum shit
Gangsta Boo da gangsta wit the 357
Our main goal in is an opposite heaven
6 bitch!

Tear da club up, tear da club up

Deadly, we begin to come close to da killa dimentions
Niggas get lynchin' from the 6 anti-Christians
May I mention the slugs I steadily blast I'm unmerciful
Bullets that bombin' an nigga

See is unreversable, hardness is your fantasy
is not fiction on you, bitches
Fuck around and find you wannabe ass out the morticians
Executions style in yo head, while ya beg on yo knees

Await till you bustas lay deadin' the morgue and chillin' in freezers
and the tradin' an' the penalties that leave punishment
Then me and my Triple 6 are gonna blow an ounce of hair trick
I could give a less bitch, I'm glad that you dead and gone

Three 6 Mafia sign out names on fuckin' tombstones
Memphis is the fuckin' city where Lord Infamous loves to
And just I said before, bitch come with me to hell
in this, you niggas know what's up
Lemme see, can all you tear dis club up?

Tear da club up, tear da club up

Tear da club up nigga, da club up
All these hatas in the club got us fucked up
Yes, I'm the nigga with them, two 9's ready to
When I pull 'em out, ya muthafuckas betta ass

Paul thowin' chairs in tha air, Koopsta up
Fly cash from yo ass, Mr. Stick 'em up
da damn security, fuck a muthafuckin' cop
If kick me out da club, I'll buck 'em in tha parkin' lot

Grab the club on 'em, put the bitch in the trunk
Take 'em out and his money, then I spit on da punk
Now I'm crunk, breakin' bottles up da fuckin' wall
Shootin' tones at them fools them jealous bustas fall

Fuck these niggas testin' pimpin', we gon' all you hoes
Slicin' bitches in half, stompin 'em straight through tha floor
Niggas talkin plenty shit but ain't buck enough
We gon' get some dynamite and blow muthafucka up

Tear da club up, nigga tear da up