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

[Gangsta
I think I finally have located the gates of
Lie awake at night, to hatch my evil plots, I find
Stumblin 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 Daughter got a
Ho, eternal you in half if you don't comprehend
Understand this shit a gansta bitch is sayin to ya
Lock you in the truck, mob through the night a mist of fog
fear a nigga callin himself a killa, what's up bitch
Boy you claim you so goddam buck wild 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 some busta bitch's wig
Three 6 Mafia niggazz includin 1
bumpin so hard on you hoes
The only ones talkin that is these jealous ass niggaz
And all playa hatas you

J]
Comin the darkness of the cut of North Memphis bitch
Killas from the evergreen, we don't set trip
For my niggaz time in 201 for the crime
Let's get in the line and throw the Funkytown sign
I'm on other level, a coffin and a shovel
Fly down to put yo ass, before you the Devil, the metal
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 these nothins, that be actin like a
That be actin a ho
That be like a muthafucka busta
That wants no more of the 3-6 Mafia, niggas
Come and feel these triggas, ya ya bad
out Black Haven but I double dem bucks in yo ass, instead
Triple 6, in the muthafuckin pl-zay
For the decade
didn't hear me do, but a muthafuckin click
In somebody's he laid
Where the niggaz in the
Where the in the streets ain't down with us?
Man, say a few
G-Ds, V-Ls, cr-zips, bl-zoods, all hoods yo setts in da air

[Lord
the biblical stories were written
They left out the one they call Lord
Because the he possess, was one of a magnificence
He was set up, loosed, look 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 chambers of punishment
I'm the one that lit the furnace to the flow burns forever
Supervisor of the torture, Lord, mercy?
Not me,
I'm with corruption of the Seven Seas and continents
The shit, the blunt 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 bitch
angels hostage in the basement of Hell Chapel
The only nigga ever to set up for a fuckin gaffold
The Devil fever flowin through the hemisphere
Evil 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 problem with the clan, step back into
muthafuckin devil click if you can, nigga. Prophet Entertainment
runnin this shit for the 9-5, to the 9 triple 6. It's this, Joe.
Fuck you ass bustas cause we got bigger blunts to smoke. On that
example, muthafuckas.