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 this for all you ass
Wanna be us ass niggaz out
motherfucker, take ya fake asses on nigga keep it real nigga
Make this money like we makin' it nigga, throw it

Ain't been a motherfuckin' bitch
Hypnotized here just to get that
Y'all niggaz talk 'cuz ya like a bitch
Y'all niggaz walk 'cuz ya walk like a

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 hard kid

I warned the glock spot to spot hit the locks
Hit a nigga for his spot
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 daily I be postin' it up
Smokin' it up it to match it wit dub
us a club six mane tearin' it up

These niggaz misleaded I'mma throw the blow
Leave a nigga shirt soaked getcha merked 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 is easy we can get you guys
Frayser boy bizzle or beezy the hypnotize
HCP them my weed got my eyes 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 ya'll done heard all that befo'
Y'all done seen the and folks kick in ya doe

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

All my muhfuckers you niggaz should 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 gangsta nigga

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

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

Man don't talk about it be about it get cha across then
Candy ass nigga boy you softer cotton
me or squash it 'cuz I ain't 'bout the spit boxin'
Hootin and hollerin' like a cheerleader

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

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

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

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

I been doin' this too long to still be strugglin' like this
Fuckin' off with major labels slayed me like a
And these got cheese and ride on it mean 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 lotta corny on the radio
That's because they record company spend dough

Yeah, my label got a hook up MTV
But just 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 that in 92 a lil' not
That it took 10 million sold and we still on
That's why three 6 is the most unknowns