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

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

Now ain't some shit ya hatin' on this 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 hitta kid

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well ya boy grandaddy call me Mr. Man
Fuckin' ya ya nieces 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 about it be about it get cha point then
Candy ass nigga boy you than cotton
Fight me or it 'cuz I ain't 'bout the spit boxin'
Hootin and hollerin' like a cheerleader

You be like me slangin' D 'cuz I'm hurtin' ya
No competition with the juice it's curtains
It nothin' shakin' but some pimps in this bizitch
That's why you and yo face lookin' pizzissed

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

They locked me up just like 2Pac and I went
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. at my folks house want to kill me dead
Wanna see me in a pine box 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' this too to still be strugglin' livin' like this
Fuckin' off major labels slayed me like a bitch
And these got cheese and ride on rolls it hoes
But on the road doin' free shows

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

Yeah, my got a hook up with MTV
But they just 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
That it took 10 sold and we still ain't on
That's why three 6 is the most unknowns