Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 3

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

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

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

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 hitta kid

I done warned the glock spot to spot hit the
Hit a nigga for his stash
Took the rock nigga was got that was the
Dodge the cops they labeled it another closing

Open it up for it up I don't give a fuck
On a daily basis I be it up
Smokin' it up choppin' it to it wit dub
Give us a club six mane it up

These misleaded I'mma throw the first blow
Leave a nigga soaked playin' getcha merked hoe
Chop it yeah, I hope folk what I work fo'
Paul and sent me gotta put you in the dirt bro

Comin' with the pistols is we can get you guys
Frayser boy bizzle or beezy it's the
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 ya'll done heard all that befo'
Y'all done the fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe

You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a Chevy
Lights out to the Mississippi river plumped
Duck hog tied wrong place wrong time
Hypnotized trick knocked ya up off ya grind

All my muhfuckers you niggaz already 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 rich 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 know they fade me
I'm Carleone Paul and Juicy who pay me

it's ya boy grandaddy 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 nigga hit me in my

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

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

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

They locked me up like 2Pac and I went platinium
Laid it down for a I'm right 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 to kill 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 relate to this

I been doin' this too to still be strugglin' 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 doin' free shows

get a few spins in a few spots
I growed up back in the day I wouldn't use my
I hear a corny shit on the radio
That's they record company wouldn't spend dough

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

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