Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 3

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

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

Ain't been a motherfuckin' bitch
here just to get that grip
Y'all niggaz talk ya talk like a bitch
Y'all niggaz 'cuz ya walk like a bitch

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

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

it up for closin' it up I don't give a fuck
On a basis I be postin' it up
Smokin' it up it to match it wit dub
Give us a club six tearin' it up

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

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

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

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

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

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

it's ya boy grandaddy call me Mr. Man
Fuckin' ya aunties ya nieces and ya
See I could give a fuck about ya tossin' all ya talkin'
You don't me nigga hit me in my mouth

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

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

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

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

U.S. marshal at my folks 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 they relate to

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

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

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

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