Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Yo Setts In Da Air

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

Boo]
I think I have located the gates of death
Lie awake at night, to my evil plots, I find myself
Stumblin through the dark, up against the verge of sin
Bodies in my yard, oh my god, them came again
don't you worry cause the Devil's Daughter got a plan
Ho, burnin you in half if you don't comprehend
this shit a gansta bitch is sayin to ya dawg
Lock you in the truck, mob the night within a mist of fog
Never fear a nigga callin himself a killa, up bitch
Boy you claim you so goddam buck wild with weak ass shit
at the hideout, smokin out not worried bout a thang
Ballin through Black Haven, deep as hell in suburban, man
Always watchin my
Cause niggaz will jack you for your fuckin
Female I am, but don't a damn
If I some busta bitch's wig
Three 6 Mafia includin 1 female
bumpin so hard on you hoes
The only ones talkin that is these jealous ass niggaz
And all playa you know

J]
Comin the darkness of the cut of North Memphis bitch
Killas the evergreen, guards we don't set trip
For my niggaz doin time in 201 for the
Let's get in the line and throw the Funkytown sign
I'm on that other level, a coffin and a
Fly down to put yo ass, before you meet the Devil, the
Penalties I pay by ass opponents, I practice pain
no gain, but I slang that thang that keep them towing thang

[D.J.
I'm scopin out these nothins, that be actin like a bitch
That be like a ho
That be actin like a muthafucka
wants no more of the 3-6 Mafia, trizack-wizack niggas
Come and feel these triggas, ya ya bad
Bellin out Black Haven but I double dem in yo ass, instead
muthafuckin 6, in the muthafuckin pl-zay
For the decade
Nigga didn't hear me do, but a click
In somebody's he laid
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 stories were
They out the one they call Lord Infamous
the horror he possess, was one of a magnificence
He was set up, then loosed, look for suddenly killing
He was set to lead the into unholy acts of sin
The architect of
And inventor of the six decorator
Of chambers of punishment
I'm the one that lit the furnace to the flow that forever
of the torture, Lord, have mercy?
Not me,
I'm clever with corruption of the Seven and continents
The money shit, the blunt is lit, the bong is hit,
Watch the world, I it, watch heaven, I rumble it
God kicked Scarecrow out of for he did the Devil bitch
Holdin angels hostage in the basement of Hell
The only nigga ever to set up for a fuckin gaffold
The Devil fever through the fire hemisphere
Evil niggaz throw yo in da air
If you

Throw yo setts in da air

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