Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Yo Setts In Da Air

If you niggaz ain't throw yo setts in da air
Throw yo in da air throw yo setts in da air
If you ain't scared throw yo setts in da air
Throw yo setts in da air yo setts in da air
Cause we killa ass niggaz
And we give a fuck
We come to break the laws
And the fuckin club up
Cause we some ass niggaz
And we don't give a
We come to the fuckin laws
And tear the club up

[Gangsta
I I finally have located the gates of death
Lie awake at night, to hatch my evil plots, I find
Stumblin through the dark, up against the fuckin of sin
Bodies in my yard, oh my god, them came again
People don't you worry cause the Daughter got a plan
Ho, eternal burnin you in if you don't comprehend
Understand this a gansta bitch is sayin to ya dawg
Lock you in the truck, mob the night within a mist of fog
fear a nigga callin himself a killa, what's up bitch
Boy you claim you so goddam buck wild with that ass shit
Chillin at the hideout, smokin out not worried a thang
Ballin through Black Haven, deep as hell in suburban, man
Always watchin my
Cause will jack you for your fuckin shit
I am, but don't give a damn
If I split some bitch's wig
Three 6 Mafia niggazz 1 female
That's bumpin so hard on you
The only ones that shit is these jealous ass niggaz
And all hatas you know

J]
Comin from the of the cut of North Memphis bitch
Killas from the evergreen, guards we set trip
For my niggaz doin time in 201 for the
Let's get in the gangsta line and the Funkytown sign
I'm on that level, a coffin and a shovel
Fly down to put yo ass, you meet the Devil, the metal
Penalties I pay by punk ass opponents, I pain
Juiceman no gain, but I slang that thang that keep them thang

[D.J.
I'm steady scopin out these nothins, that be actin like a
That be actin a ho
That be actin like a busta
That wants no more of the 3-6 Mafia, niggas
and feel these triggas, ya figure ya bad
Bellin out Black Haven but I dem bucks in yo ass, instead
Triple muthafuckin 6, in the muthafuckin
For the n-zine
Nigga didn't me do, but a muthafuckin click
In somebody's y-zard he
Where the niggaz in the
Where the niggaz in the streets ain't with us?
Man, say a few
G-Ds, V-Ls, cr-zips, bl-zoods, all hoods throw yo in da air

[Lord
When the biblical were written
They left out the one call Lord Infamous
Because the horror he possess, was one of a
He was set up, then loosed, look for suddenly mortal
He was set to lead the into unholy acts of sin
The of hell
And inventor of the six decorator
Of of eternal punishment
I'm the one that lit the to the flow that burns forever
Supervisor of the torture, Lord, have
Not me,
I'm clever with corruption of the Seven Seas and
The money shit, the is lit, the bong is hit, astonishin
the world, I crumble it, watch heaven, I rumble it
God Scarecrow out of heaven for he did the Devil bitch
Holdin angels hostage in the basement of Hell
The only nigga ever to set heaven up for a gaffold
The Devil flowin through the fire hemisphere
Evil niggaz throw yo in da air
If you

16x: yo setts in da air

-Ah yeah, 3-6 runnin this, ho. Playa hatin just don't hear me,
though. Nigga got a muthafuckin with the clan, step back into
this muthafuckin click if you can, nigga. Prophet Entertainment
runnin shit for the 9-5, to the 9 triple 6. It's like this, Joe.
Fuck you ass bustas cause we got bigger blunts to smoke. On that
example, muthafuckas.