Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 3

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

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

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

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

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

Open it up for it up I don't give a fuck
On a daily I be postin' it up
Smokin' it up choppin' it to it wit dub
us a club six mane tearin' it up

These niggaz misleaded I'mma throw the first
a nigga 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

with the pistols is easy we can get you guys
Frayser boy bizzle or beezy the hypnotize
HCP them my folks got my eyes low
If you know I know run that shit to my doe

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

You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a Chevy
Lights out 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 already know
I'm the and out the booth never been a hoe
Get yo ass flipped cut ya through the doe
You ain't know I'm a rich gangsta nigga

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

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

Man don't talk it be about it get cha point across then
ass nigga boy you softer than cotton
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 I'm hurtin' ya
No competition with the juice it's curtains
It ain't nothin' but some pimps in this bizitch
That's why you muggin' and yo face lookin'

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, my got a hook up with MTV
But they keep forgettin' to tell 'em 'bout me
They try to 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 in 92 a lil' not long
That it 10 million sold and we still ain't on
That's why three 6 is the most known