Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 3

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

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

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

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

I done warned the spot 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 shop

Open it up for closin' it up I don't a fuck
On a basis 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 throw the first blow
a nigga shirt soaked playin' getcha merked hoe
Chop it yeah, I hope folk money what I fo'
Paul and Juicy sent me gotta put you in the bro

Comin' with the pistols is we can get you guys
Frayser boy bizzle or it's the hypnotize
HCP my folks weed got my eyes low
If you know what I 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'
done seen the fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe

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

All my muhfuckers you niggaz already know
I'm the truth and out the never been a hoe
Get yo ass sideways cut ya through the doe
You know I'm a young rich gangsta nigga

Never been one of them old type wanksta
I'm a muhfucka ask my mama who made me
A lotta mad 'cuz they know they can't fade 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 give a fuck about ya tossin' all ya tough talkin'
You don't like me hit me in my mouth

Man don't talk about it be it get cha point across then
Candy ass 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 slangin' D 'cuz I'm ya
No competition with the juice 'cuz curtains
It ain't nothin' shakin' but some in this bizitch
That's why you muggin' and yo face lookin'

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

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

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

I been doin' this too long to be strugglin' livin' like this
Fuckin' off with major slayed me like a bitch
And these got cheese and ride on rolls it hoes
But still on the doin' free 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 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 play its love and it's family
But all my marketin' dollars to, shh

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