Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 3

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

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

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

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

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

Open it up for closin' it up I don't give a
On a daily basis I be 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' merked hoe
Chop it yeah, I hope money what I work fo'
and Juicy sent me gotta put you in the dirt bro

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

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

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

All my you niggaz should 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 smart ask my mama who made me
A lotta niggaz mad 'cuz they know they can't me
I'm Chrome Carleone Paul and 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 like me nigga hit me in my mouth

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

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

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

locked me up just like 2Pac and I went platinium
Laid it down for a calendar I'm right 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 me dead
Wanna see me in a box bullet in my head
I'm was like, "I ain't did shit why you this?"
Ghetto thugs know my rap songs they relate to

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

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

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

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