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

[Gangsta
I think I have located the gates of death
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, demons came again
People don't you cause the Devil's Daughter got a plan
Ho, eternal burnin you in if you don't comprehend
Understand this shit a gansta is sayin to ya dawg
Lock you in the truck, mob the night within a mist of fog
fear a nigga callin himself a killa, what's up bitch
Boy you you so goddam buck wild with that weak ass shit
Chillin at the hideout, out not worried bout a thang
Ballin through Black Haven, as hell in that suburban, man
watchin my back
Cause niggaz jack you for your fuckin shit
I am, but don't give a damn
If I some busta bitch's wig
Three 6 Mafia niggazz 1 female
That's so hard on you hoes
The only ones that shit is these jealous ass niggaz
And all playa you know

J]
Comin from the darkness of the cut of North bitch
Killas from the evergreen, we don't set trip
For my niggaz time in 201 for the crime
Let's get in the gangsta line and the Funkytown sign
I'm on that other level, a coffin and a
Fly down to put yo ass, before you the Devil, the metal
Penalties I pay by punk ass opponents, I pain
Juiceman no gain, but I slang that thang that keep them towing

[D.J.
I'm steady scopin out nothins, that be actin like a bitch
That be like a ho
That be actin a muthafucka busta
wants no more of the 3-6 Mafia, trizack-wizack niggas
Come and feel these triggas, ya ya bad
Bellin out Haven but I double dem bucks in yo ass, instead
Triple muthafuckin 6, in the pl-zay
For the n-zine
Nigga hear me do, but a muthafuckin click
In somebody's he laid
Where the niggaz in the
Where the niggaz in the 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
left 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 world into unholy of sin
The architect of
And inventor of the six interior
Of of eternal punishment
I'm the one that lit the furnace to the 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
the world, I crumble it, watch 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 ever to set heaven up for a fuckin gaffold
The Devil fever flowin through the hemisphere
Evil throw yo setts in da air
If you

16x: Throw yo in da air

-Ah yeah, 3-6 Mafia runnin this, ho. Playa hatin don't hear me,
though. got a muthafuckin problem with the clan, step back into
this muthafuckin devil 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.