Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Yo Setts In Da Air

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

Boo]
I think I finally have the gates of death
Lie awake at night, to hatch my evil plots, I myself
Stumblin through the dark, up against the fuckin of sin
Bodies in my yard, oh my god, them demons again
People don't you worry cause the Devil's got a plan
Ho, eternal you in half if you don't comprehend
this shit a gansta bitch is sayin to ya dawg
Lock you in the truck, mob through the night within a 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
Chillin at the hideout, smokin out not worried a thang
Ballin through Black Haven, deep as in that suburban, man
watchin my back
Cause will jack you for your fuckin shit
Female I am, but don't give a
If I split some busta wig
Three 6 Mafia niggazz includin 1
That's bumpin so hard on you
The ones talkin 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, guards we set trip
For my doin time in 201 for the crime
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 the Devil, the metal
Penalties I pay by punk ass opponents, I practice
Juiceman no gain, but I slang that thang that keep towing thang

[D.J.
I'm steady scopin out these nothins, that be actin a bitch
be actin like a ho
That be actin like a muthafucka
That wants no more of the 3-6 Mafia, trizack-wizack
Come and feel triggas, ya figure ya bad
Bellin out Black Haven but I double dem bucks in yo ass,
Triple 6, in the muthafuckin pl-zay
For the decade
Nigga hear me do, but a muthafuckin click
In somebody's he laid
Where the in the club?
Where the in the streets 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 biblical were written
They left out the one they call Infamous
Because the he possess, was one of a magnificence
He was set up, then loosed, for suddenly mortal killing
He was set to lead the into unholy acts of sin
The architect of
And of the six interior decorator
Of chambers of eternal
I'm the one lit the furnace to the flow that burns forever
of the torture, Lord, have mercy?
Not me,
I'm clever with of the Seven Seas and continents
The money shit, the blunt is lit, the bong is hit,
Watch the world, I crumble it, heaven, I rumble it
God kicked Scarecrow out of heaven for he did the bitch
Holdin hostage in the basement of Hell Chapel
The only nigga ever to set heaven up for a gaffold
The Devil fever flowin through the hemisphere
niggaz throw yo setts in da air
If you

16x: Throw yo in da air

-Ah yeah, 3-6 Mafia runnin this, ho. Playa just don't hear me,
though. got a muthafuckin problem with the clan, step back into
this devil 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 local ass cause we got bigger blunts to smoke. On that
example, muthafuckas.