Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Yo Setts In Da Air

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

[Gangsta
I think I finally located the gates of death
Lie at night, to hatch my evil plots, I find myself
Stumblin the dark, up against the fuckin verge of sin
Bodies in my yard, oh my god, demons came again
People you worry cause the Devil's Daughter got a plan
Ho, eternal burnin you in half if you comprehend
Understand this a gansta bitch is sayin to ya dawg
Lock you in the truck, mob through the night within a of fog
Never fear a nigga himself a killa, what's up bitch
Boy you claim you so goddam buck wild that weak ass shit
Chillin at the hideout, smokin out not bout a thang
Ballin through Black Haven, deep as in that suburban, man
Always my back
Cause niggaz will you for your fuckin shit
Female I am, but give a damn
If I split busta bitch's wig
Three 6 Mafia niggazz includin 1
bumpin so hard on you hoes
The only ones talkin that is these jealous ass niggaz
And all hatas you know

J]
Comin from the darkness of the cut of North 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 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
Juiceman no gain, but I that thang that keep them towing thang

[D.J.
I'm steady out these nothins, that be actin like a bitch
That be like a ho
be actin like a muthafucka busta
That no more of the 3-6 Mafia, trizack-wizack niggas
Come and feel triggas, ya figure ya bad
out Black Haven but I double dem bucks in yo ass, instead
Triple muthafuckin 6, in the pl-zay
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 yo setts in da air

[Lord
the biblical stories were written
They out the one they call 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 world into unholy of sin
The architect of
And inventor of the six decorator
Of chambers of eternal
I'm the one lit the furnace to the flow that burns forever
Supervisor of the torture, Lord, mercy?
Not me,
I'm clever with of the Seven Seas and continents
The shit, the blunt is lit, the bong is hit, astonishin
Watch the world, I it, watch heaven, I rumble it
God kicked Scarecrow out of heaven for he did the Devil
Holdin angels hostage in the basement of Chapel
The only ever to set heaven up for a fuckin gaffold
The Devil fever flowin the fire hemisphere
Evil throw yo setts in da air
If you

16x: yo setts in da air

-Ah yeah, 3-6 Mafia runnin this, ho. Playa 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 for the 9-5, to the 9 triple 6. It's like this, Joe.
Fuck you local ass cause we got bigger blunts to smoke. On that
example, muthafuckas.