Luyện nghe bài hát Tear Da Club Up

Tear da club up, nigga tear da up

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

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

grab the cali with a 100 rounds
Koopsta da tech and blow dem bastards down
Juice wit the two 9's like a nigga Shae
On the move we shoot 'em up, so they feel the pain

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

Tear da club up, tear da club up

Deadly, we should begin to come close to da killa
Niggas get from the Triple 6 anti-Christians
May I mention the I steadily blast 'cause I'm unmerciful
Bullets bombin' an enemy nigga

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

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

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

Tear da club up, nigga da club up

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

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

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

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

Tear da club up, tear da club up