Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 3

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

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

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

Now ain't that some 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 glock spot to spot hit the
Hit a nigga for his stash
Took the nigga was got that was the plot
Dodge the cops they it another closing shop

Open it up for closin' it up I don't a fuck
On a basis I be postin' it up
Smokin' it up 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 shirt soaked getcha merked hoe
Chop it yeah, I hope folk what I work fo'
Paul and Juicy me gotta put you in the dirt bro

with the pistols is easy we can get you guys
Frayser boy bizzle or beezy the hypnotize
HCP them my folks got my eyes low
If you what I know 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 done all that befo'
Y'all done seen the fo-fos and folks in ya doe

You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a 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 and out the booth never been 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 niggaz
I'm a smart muhfucka ask my mama who me
A lotta niggaz mad 'cuz they they can't fade me
I'm Chrome Carleone Paul and who pay me

Well ya boy grandaddy call me Mr. Man
ya aunties ya nieces and ya mammies
See I could give a fuck about ya tossin' all ya tough
You don't like me nigga hit me in my

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

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

Stay flippin' ballin' out like to shizine
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 on the blue side

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

U.S. at my folks house want to kill me dead
Wanna see me in a 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 livin' like this
Fuckin' off with major labels slayed me a bitch
And these got and ride on rolls it mean hoes
But still on the road free shows

Tryna get a few in a few spots
I up back in the day I wouldn't use my glock
I a lotta corny shit on the radio
That's because they record company spend dough

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

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