Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Yo Setts In Da Air

If you ain't 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 in da air throw yo setts in da air
Cause we killa ass niggaz
And we don't give a
We come to break the laws
And the fuckin club up
Cause we killa ass niggaz
And we don't a fuck
We to break the fuckin laws
And tear the club 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 demons again
People don't you worry the Devil's 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 a mist of fog
Never a nigga callin himself a killa, what's up bitch
Boy you claim you so goddam buck wild with that weak ass
Chillin at the hideout, smokin out not worried bout a
Ballin through Black Haven, deep as hell in suburban, man
watchin my back
Cause niggaz jack you for your fuckin shit
Female I am, but don't a damn
If I some 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 the darkness of the cut of North Memphis bitch
Killas from the evergreen, we don't set trip
For my niggaz doin in 201 for the crime
Let's get in the gangsta line and the Funkytown sign
I'm on that level, a coffin and a shovel
Fly down to put yo ass, before you meet the Devil, the
Penalties I pay by punk ass opponents, I pain
no gain, but I slang that thang that keep them towing thang

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

[Lord
When the stories were written
They left out the one call Lord Infamous
Because the he possess, was one of a magnificence
He was set up, then loosed, look for suddenly killing
He was set to lead the world into unholy of sin
The architect of
And of the six interior decorator
Of of eternal 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 blunt is lit, the bong is hit,
Watch the world, I it, watch heaven, I rumble it
God kicked 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 fuckin
The Devil fever through the fire hemisphere
Evil niggaz yo setts in da air
If you

Throw yo setts in da air

-Ah yeah, 3-6 Mafia this, ho. Playa hatin just don't hear 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 triple 6. like this, Joe.
Fuck you local ass bustas we got bigger blunts to smoke. On that
example, muthafuckas.