Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 3

Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Wyte, Chrome
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the 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 keep it nigga
Make this like we makin' it nigga, throw it down

never been a motherfuckin' bitch
Hypnotized here just to get that
Y'all niggaz talk 'cuz ya like a bitch
niggaz walk 'cuz ya walk like a bitch

Now ain't that some shit ya hatin' on click
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 nigga for his spot
Took the nigga was got that was the plot
Dodge the cops they labeled it another closing

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

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

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

We motherfucker we smack motherfuckers
If you step in our way killaz attack
But ya'll know done heard all that befo'
Y'all done seen the fo-fos and kick in ya doe

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

All my muhfuckers you niggaz already know
I'm the truth and out the booth been a hoe
Get yo ass sideways cut ya through the doe
You ain't know I'm a young rich gangsta

been one of them old type wanksta niggaz
I'm a smart muhfucka ask my who made me
A lotta niggaz mad 'cuz they know they fade me
I'm Carleone Paul and Juicy who pay me

Well it's ya boy grandaddy me Mr. Man
Fuckin' ya ya nieces and ya mammies
See I give a fuck about ya tossin' all ya tough talkin'
You don't like me hit me in my mouth

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

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

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

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

U.S. marshal at my folks house want to kill me
Wanna see me in a pine box bullet in my
I'm was like, "I ain't did shit why you this?"
Ghetto thugs my rap songs they relate to this

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

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

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

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