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

Boo]
I think I finally have the gates of death
Lie awake at night, to hatch my 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 worry cause the Devil's got a plan
Ho, eternal burnin you in half if you comprehend
Understand this shit a gansta bitch is to ya dawg
you in the truck, mob through the night within a mist of fog
Never fear a nigga callin a killa, what's up bitch
Boy you claim you so goddam buck wild with weak ass shit
Chillin at the hideout, smokin out not worried a thang
Ballin through Black Haven, as hell in that suburban, man
Always watchin my
Cause will jack you for your fuckin shit
Female I am, but don't give a
If I some busta bitch's wig
Three 6 Mafia niggazz 1 female
bumpin so hard on you hoes
The only talkin that shit is these jealous ass niggaz
And all hatas you know

J]
Comin from the darkness of the cut of North Memphis
from the evergreen, guards we don't set trip
For my doin 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 meet the Devil, the
I pay by punk ass opponents, I practice pain
Juiceman no gain, but I slang that thang that keep towing thang

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

[Lord
When the biblical stories written
They left out the one they Lord Infamous
the horror he possess, was one of a magnificence
He was set up, then loosed, for suddenly mortal killing
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 lit the furnace to the flow that burns forever
of the torture, Lord, have 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 it, watch heaven, I rumble it
God kicked Scarecrow out of heaven for he did the Devil
Holdin angels hostage in the of Hell Chapel
The only nigga ever to set heaven up for a fuckin
The Devil fever flowin the fire hemisphere
niggaz throw yo setts in da air
If you

Throw yo setts in da air

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