Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 3

Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Boy, Lil' Wyte, Chrome
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ the king of Memphis
'em up

Hypnotized minds, HCP, camp posse
We finna do this for all you ass
be us ass niggaz out there
Stealin' motherfucker, take ya fake asses on nigga it real nigga
Make this money we makin' it nigga, throw it down

Ain't never been a motherfuckin'
Hypnotized here just to get grip
Y'all niggaz talk 'cuz ya talk a bitch
Y'all niggaz 'cuz ya walk like a bitch

Now ain't that some shit ya hatin' on this
You gon' make a nigga get up cha kid
yo wig oh yes, I did
I told you, you want it with a hard hitta kid

I done warned the glock spot to hit the locks
Hit a for his stash spot
Took the nigga was got that was the plot
Dodge the cops they it another closing shop

it up for closin' it up I don't give a fuck
On a daily basis I be it up
Smokin' it up choppin' it to it wit dub
Give us a club six mane it up

These niggaz misleaded I'mma the first blow
Leave a shirt soaked playin' getcha merked hoe
Chop it yeah, I hope money what I work fo'
Paul and sent me gotta put you in the dirt bro

Comin' the pistols is easy we can get you guys
Frayser boy or beezy it's the hypnotize
HCP them my weed got my eyes low
If you know what I know run shit to my doe

We back we smack motherfuckers
If you step in our way killaz motherfucker
But ya'll know ya'll done all that befo'
Y'all done seen the and folks kick in ya doe

You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a trunk
out next to the Mississippi river plumped
Duck tape hog tied wrong place time
Hypnotized trick knocked ya up off ya grind

All my muhfuckers you niggaz should know
I'm the and out the booth never been a hoe
Get yo ass sideways cut ya through the doe
You ain't I'm a young rich gangsta nigga

Never been one of them old type niggaz
I'm a smart muhfucka ask my mama who me
A lotta mad 'cuz they know they can't fade me
I'm Chrome Paul and Juicy who pay me

Well ya boy grandaddy call me Mr. Man
Fuckin' ya ya nieces and ya mammies
See I could give a fuck ya tossin' all ya tough talkin'
You like me nigga hit me in my mouth

Man don't talk about it be about it get cha point then
Candy ass nigga boy you softer than
Fight me or squash it 'cuz I ain't 'bout the boxin'
and hollerin' like a cheerleader squadron

You can't be like me slangin' D 'cuz I'm ya
No competition with the juice 'cuz it's
It ain't shakin' but some pimps in this bizitch
That's why you muggin' and yo lookin' pizzissed

Stay cars ballin' out like to shizine
You stay questions how the hell them niggaz do that
We smoke the best of dro she down with some jack-jack
My eyes the red carpet still on the blue side

locked me up just like 2Pac and I went platinium
Laid it down for a calendar I'm right at 'em
my game then weighed it up on a triple beam
Niggaz rob, kill, murder steal for ghetty green

U.S. marshal at my house want to kill me dead
Wanna see me in a box bullet in my head
I'm was like, "I did shit why you hatin' this?"
Ghetto thugs know my rap songs relate to this

I been doin' too long to still be strugglin' livin' like this
Fuckin' off with major labels slayed me like a
And these got and ride on rolls it mean hoes
But still on the road doin' shows

Tryna get a few spins in a few
I growed up in the day I wouldn't use my glock
I hear a corny shit on the radio
That's because they record company spend dough

Yeah, my got a hook up with MTV
But just keep forgettin' to tell 'em 'bout me
They try to play like its and it's family
But all my marketin' dollars to, shh

Tear da club up was the first crunk song
I made that in 92 a lil' not
it took 10 million sold and we still ain't on
That's why 6 is the most known unknowns