Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Yo Setts In Da Air

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

Boo]
I think I finally have located the gates of
Lie awake at night, to my evil plots, I find myself
through 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 burnin you in half if you don't
Understand this a gansta bitch is sayin to ya dawg
Lock you in the truck, mob through the night within a of fog
Never a nigga callin himself a killa, what's up bitch
Boy you claim you so buck wild with that weak ass shit
at the hideout, smokin out not worried bout a thang
Ballin through Black Haven, as hell in that suburban, man
Always my back
niggaz will jack you for your fuckin shit
Female I am, but don't a damn
If I split some bitch's wig
6 Mafia niggazz includin 1 female
That's so hard on you hoes
The ones talkin that shit is these jealous ass niggaz
And all playa hatas you

J]
Comin from the 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 gangsta line and throw the Funkytown
I'm on that level, a coffin and a shovel
Fly down to put yo ass, you meet the Devil, the metal
I pay by punk ass opponents, I practice pain
Juiceman no gain, but I slang that thang that keep them towing

[D.J.
I'm steady scopin out these nothins, that be actin a bitch
be actin like a ho
That be actin like a muthafucka
That no more of the 3-6 Mafia, trizack-wizack niggas
Come and feel triggas, ya figure ya bad
Bellin out Black Haven but I double dem in yo ass, instead
Triple muthafuckin 6, in the muthafuckin
For the decade
Nigga didn't hear me do, but a click
In y-zard he laid
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 throw yo in da air

[Lord
When the stories were written
They left out the one they Lord Infamous
Because the horror he possess, was one of a
He was set up, then loosed, for suddenly mortal killing
He was set to lead the into unholy acts of sin
The of hell
And inventor of the six interior
Of chambers of eternal
I'm the one that lit the furnace to the flow burns forever
Supervisor of the torture, Lord, have
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, watch heaven, I it
God Scarecrow out of heaven for he did the Devil bitch
Holdin angels hostage in the basement of Chapel
The only nigga ever to set heaven up for a gaffold
The Devil fever flowin through the hemisphere
niggaz throw yo setts 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. got a muthafuckin problem with the clan, step back into
this muthafuckin devil if you can, nigga. Prophet Entertainment
this shit for the 9-5, to the 9 triple 6. It's like this, Joe.
Fuck you local ass bustas we got bigger blunts to smoke. On that
example, muthafuckas.