Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Yo Setts 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
If you niggaz ain't scared throw yo 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 break the fuckin
And tear the fuckin up
we some killa ass niggaz
And we give a fuck
We come to break the fuckin
And tear the club up

[Gangsta
I think I finally have located the of death
Lie awake at night, to hatch my plots, I find myself
Stumblin the dark, up against the fuckin verge of sin
Bodies in my yard, oh my god, them came again
don't you worry cause the Devil's Daughter got a plan
Ho, eternal you in half if you don't 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 callin himself a killa, what's up bitch
Boy you claim you so goddam buck with that weak ass shit
Chillin at the hideout, smokin out not bout a thang
Ballin through Haven, deep as hell in that suburban, man
Always my back
Cause niggaz jack you for your fuckin shit
Female I am, but give a damn
If I split busta bitch's wig
6 Mafia niggazz includin 1 female
That's so hard on you hoes
The only talkin that shit is these jealous ass niggaz
And all playa hatas you

J]
Comin from the darkness of the cut of Memphis bitch
Killas the evergreen, guards we don't set trip
For my niggaz time in 201 for the crime
Let's get in the gangsta line and throw the Funkytown
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
no gain, but I slang that thang that keep them towing thang

[D.J.
I'm steady out these nothins, that be actin like a bitch
That be like a ho
That be actin like a muthafucka
wants no more of the 3-6 Mafia, trizack-wizack niggas
Come and these triggas, ya figure ya bad
Bellin out Black but I double dem bucks in yo ass, instead
Triple muthafuckin 6, in the muthafuckin
For the n-zine
Nigga didn't me do, but a muthafuckin click
In y-zard he laid
the niggaz in the club?
Where the niggaz in the streets ain't down 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 Infamous
Because the horror he possess, was one of a
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 decorator
Of of eternal punishment
I'm the one that lit the furnace to the flow that forever
Supervisor of the torture, Lord, mercy?
Not me,
I'm with corruption of the Seven Seas and continents
The money shit, the is lit, the bong is hit, astonishin
Watch the world, I crumble it, heaven, I rumble it
God kicked Scarecrow out of for he did the Devil bitch
Holdin hostage in the basement of Hell Chapel
The only nigga ever to set heaven up for a gaffold
The Devil fever flowin the fire hemisphere
Evil niggaz yo setts in da air
If you

16x: Throw yo in da air

-Ah yeah, 3-6 Mafia runnin this, ho. Playa hatin just hear me,
though. Nigga got a muthafuckin problem with the clan, back into
this muthafuckin devil click if you can, nigga. Prophet
runnin shit for the 9-5, to the 9 triple 6. It's like this, Joe.
Fuck you local ass cause we got bigger blunts to smoke. On that
example, muthafuckas.