Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 3

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

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

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

Now ain't some shit ya hatin' on this click
You make a nigga 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 the glock spot to spot hit the locks
Hit a for his stash spot
the rock nigga was got that was the plot
Dodge the cops labeled it another closing shop

Open it up for closin' it up I don't a fuck
On a daily 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 throw the first
Leave a nigga soaked playin' getcha merked hoe
Chop it yeah, I hope 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
boy bizzle or beezy it's the hypnotize
HCP them my folks got my eyes low
If you know what I run that shit to my doe

We back we smack motherfuckers
If you step in our way killaz attack
But ya'll know ya'll 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
out next to the Mississippi river plumped
Duck tape hog tied wrong wrong time
Hypnotized minds trick ya up off ya grind

All my muhfuckers you should already know
I'm the truth and out the booth never a hoe
Get yo ass flipped cut ya through the doe
You ain't know I'm a young rich nigga

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

Well it's ya boy call me Mr. Man
Fuckin' ya ya nieces and ya mammies
See I could give a 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 cotton
Fight me or it 'cuz I ain't 'bout the spit boxin'
Hootin and hollerin' like a cheerleader

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

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

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

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

I been doin' this too long to still be strugglin' livin' like
Fuckin' off with major labels slayed me a bitch
And these got cheese and ride on it mean hoes
But on the road doin' 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 on the radio
That's because they record company wouldn't spend

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

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