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

[Gangsta
I think I have located the gates of death
Lie awake at night, to hatch my plots, I find myself
Stumblin the dark, up against the fuckin verge of sin
Bodies in my yard, oh my god, them demons again
People don't you worry cause the Daughter got a plan
Ho, eternal you in half if you don't comprehend
Understand this shit a gansta is sayin to ya dawg
you in the truck, mob through the night within a mist of fog
Never fear a 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 bout a
Ballin through Black Haven, deep as in that suburban, man
Always my back
Cause niggaz jack you for your fuckin shit
Female I am, but give a damn
If I split some bitch's wig
Three 6 Mafia niggazz 1 female
That's bumpin so on you hoes
The only ones talkin shit is these jealous ass niggaz
And all playa hatas you

J]
Comin from the darkness of the cut of North bitch
Killas from the evergreen, we don't 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 other level, a coffin and a shovel
Fly down to put yo ass, before you the Devil, the metal
Penalties I pay by ass opponents, I practice pain
Juiceman no gain, but I slang that thang that keep towing thang

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

[Lord
When the biblical stories written
They out the one they call Lord Infamous
Because the he possess, was one of a magnificence
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 of the six interior decorator
Of of eternal punishment
I'm the one that lit the to the flow that burns forever
Supervisor of the torture, Lord, mercy?
Not me,
I'm clever corruption of the Seven Seas and continents
The money shit, the blunt is lit, the is hit, astonishin
Watch the world, I crumble it, heaven, I rumble it
God kicked out of heaven for he did the Devil bitch
Holdin hostage in the basement of Hell Chapel
The only nigga to set heaven up for a fuckin gaffold
The Devil fever flowin the fire hemisphere
Evil niggaz throw yo in da air
If you

Throw yo setts in da air

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