Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 3

Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil' Wyte,
Granddaddy Souf, J, Project 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 out there
Stealin' motherfucker, ya fake asses on nigga keep it real nigga
Make this money like we makin' it nigga, it down

Ain't never been a bitch
Hypnotized just to get that grip
niggaz talk 'cuz ya talk like a bitch
Y'all niggaz walk 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 don't want it with a 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 they 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 it to match it wit dub
Give us a club six tearin' it up

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

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

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

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

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

Never been one of them old wanksta niggaz
I'm a smart muhfucka ask my mama who me
A lotta niggaz mad 'cuz they know they fade me
I'm Chrome Paul and Juicy who pay me

Well it's ya boy call me Mr. Man
Fuckin' ya aunties ya and ya mammies
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 talk about it be about it get cha across then
ass nigga boy you softer than cotton
Fight me or squash it 'cuz I ain't 'bout the boxin'
Hootin and hollerin' like a cheerleader

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

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

They locked me up just like and I went platinium
Laid it down for a calendar I'm back 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 house want to kill me dead
see me in a pine box bullet in my head
I'm was like, "I ain't did shit why you this?"
Ghetto know my rap songs they relate to this

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

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 on the radio
That's because they record company spend dough

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

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