Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Yo Setts In Da Air

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

[Gangsta
I I finally have located the gates of death
Lie awake at night, to my evil plots, I find myself
Stumblin through the dark, up against the fuckin of sin
in my yard, oh my god, them demons came again
People don't you cause the Devil's Daughter got a plan
Ho, eternal burnin you in half if you comprehend
Understand this shit a bitch is sayin to ya dawg
Lock you in the truck, mob through the within a mist of fog
Never fear a nigga callin a killa, what's up bitch
Boy you claim you so goddam wild with that weak ass shit
at the hideout, smokin out not worried bout a thang
Ballin through Black Haven, deep as in that suburban, man
Always watchin my
Cause niggaz will jack you for fuckin shit
Female I am, but don't give a
If I split some bitch's wig
Three 6 Mafia niggazz 1 female
That's bumpin so on you hoes
The only ones talkin shit is these jealous ass niggaz
And all playa hatas you

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

[D.J.
I'm steady scopin out nothins, that be actin like a bitch
That be actin a ho
That be actin like a busta
That wants no more of the 3-6 Mafia, niggas
Come and feel triggas, ya figure ya bad
Bellin out Black Haven but I double dem bucks in yo ass,
muthafuckin 6, in the muthafuckin pl-zay
For the decade
Nigga didn't me do, but a muthafuckin click
In somebody's y-zard he
Where the in the club?
Where the niggaz in the streets ain't with us?
Man, say a few
G-Ds, V-Ls, cr-zips, bl-zoods, all throw yo setts in da air

[Lord
the biblical stories were written
They left out the one they call Lord
Because the horror he possess, was one of a
He was set up, then loosed, look for mortal killing
He was set to lead the into unholy acts of sin
The of hell
And inventor of the six decorator
Of of eternal punishment
I'm the one that lit the furnace to the flow that forever
of the torture, Lord, have mercy?
Not me,
I'm clever with corruption of the Seven Seas and
The money shit, the is lit, the bong is hit, astonishin
Watch the world, I it, watch heaven, I rumble it
God kicked out of heaven for he did the Devil bitch
angels hostage in the basement of Hell Chapel
The only nigga to set heaven up for a fuckin gaffold
The Devil fever flowin the fire hemisphere
Evil niggaz throw yo 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. Nigga got a muthafuckin problem with the clan, back into
this muthafuckin click if you can, nigga. Prophet Entertainment
runnin this shit for the 9-5, to the 9 6. It's like this, Joe.
Fuck you ass bustas cause we got bigger blunts to smoke. On that
example, muthafuckas.