Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Yo Setts In Da Air

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

Boo]
I think I have located the gates of death
Lie awake at night, to hatch my evil plots, I find
Stumblin through the dark, up the fuckin verge of sin
Bodies in my yard, oh my god, them demons came
People don't you worry cause the Devil's got a plan
Ho, burnin you in half if you don't comprehend
Understand shit a gansta bitch is sayin to ya dawg
Lock you in the truck, mob the night within 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
at the hideout, smokin out not worried bout a thang
Ballin through Black Haven, deep as in that suburban, man
Always watchin my
niggaz will jack you for your 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 hard on you
The only ones talkin that is these jealous ass niggaz
And all playa you know

J]
Comin from the darkness of the cut of North Memphis
Killas the evergreen, guards we don't set trip
For my niggaz doin in 201 for the crime
Let's get in the gangsta and throw the Funkytown sign
I'm on that level, a coffin and a shovel
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 thang

[D.J.
I'm steady scopin out these nothins, be actin like a bitch
That be actin a ho
be actin like a muthafucka busta
That wants no 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 y-zard 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 yo setts in da air

[Lord
When the biblical stories were
They left out the one they 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 inventor of the six interior
Of chambers of eternal
I'm the one that lit the furnace to the flow that forever
Supervisor of the torture, Lord, have
Not me,
I'm clever corruption of the Seven Seas and continents
The shit, the blunt is lit, the bong is hit, astonishin
Watch the world, I crumble it, watch heaven, I it
God kicked Scarecrow out of for he did the Devil bitch
Holdin angels in the basement of Hell Chapel
The only nigga ever to set up for a fuckin gaffold
The Devil fever flowin the fire hemisphere
Evil niggaz throw yo in da air
If you

16x: 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 the clan, step back into
this muthafuckin devil click if you can, nigga. Entertainment
this shit for the 9-5, to the 9 triple 6. It's like this, Joe.
Fuck you local ass bustas we got bigger blunts to smoke. On that
example, muthafuckas.