Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Yo Setts In Da Air

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

[Gangsta
I think I finally have the gates of death
Lie awake at night, to hatch my evil plots, I find
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 the Devil's Daughter got a plan
Ho, burnin you in half if you don't comprehend
Understand this shit a gansta bitch is to ya dawg
Lock you in the truck, mob through the within a mist of fog
Never fear a nigga callin himself a killa, what's up
Boy you claim you so goddam buck wild with that weak ass
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 jack you for your shit
I am, but don't give a damn
If I split busta bitch's wig
Three 6 Mafia niggazz 1 female
That's bumpin so on you hoes
The ones talkin that shit is these jealous ass niggaz
And all playa hatas you

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

[D.J.
I'm steady scopin out these nothins, that be actin a bitch
be actin like a ho
That be like a muthafucka busta
That wants no of the 3-6 Mafia, trizack-wizack niggas
and feel these triggas, ya figure ya bad
Bellin out Black Haven but I dem bucks in yo ass, instead
Triple 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 down with us?
Man, say a few
G-Ds, V-Ls, cr-zips, bl-zoods, all hoods throw yo in da air

[Lord
the biblical stories 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 killing
He was set to lead the world unholy acts of sin
The architect of
And inventor of the six interior
Of chambers of punishment
I'm the one that lit the furnace to the flow that burns
Supervisor of the torture, Lord, have
Not me,
I'm clever corruption of the Seven Seas and continents
The money shit, the 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 in the basement of Hell Chapel
The nigga ever to set heaven up for a fuckin gaffold
The Devil fever through the fire hemisphere
Evil 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. Nigga got a muthafuckin problem with the clan, back into
this muthafuckin devil click if you can, nigga. Prophet
runnin this shit for the 9-5, to the 9 triple 6. It's this, Joe.
you local ass bustas cause we got bigger blunts to smoke. On that
example, muthafuckas.