Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 3

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

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

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

Now ain't that some ya hatin' on this click
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 done warned the glock spot to hit the locks
Hit a for his stash spot
Took the rock was got that was the plot
the cops they labeled it another closing shop

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

Comin' with the pistols is we can get you guys
Frayser boy or beezy it's the hypnotize
HCP them my folks 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 motherfucker
But ya'll know ya'll done heard all befo'
Y'all done seen the fo-fos and kick in ya doe

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

All my muhfuckers you niggaz should know
I'm the and out the booth never been a hoe
Get yo ass flipped sideways cut ya the doe
You ain't know I'm a young gangsta nigga

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

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

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

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

Stay flippin' cars ballin' out like to
You stay askin' questions how the hell them niggaz do
We smoke the best of dro while she with some jack-jack
My eyes like the red 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 game then weighed it up on a beam
Niggaz rob, kill, murder for that ghetty green

U.S. marshal at my folks house want to me dead
see me in a pine box bullet 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 major labels slayed me like a bitch
And these got cheese and ride on it mean 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 a lotta corny shit on the radio
That's because record company wouldn't spend dough

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

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