Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 3

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

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

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

Now that some shit ya hatin' on this click
You gon' 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 done warned the glock spot to spot hit the
Hit a nigga for his spot
the rock nigga was got that was the plot
Dodge the they labeled it another closing shop

Open it up for it up I don't give a fuck
On a basis I be postin' it up
Smokin' it up it to match it wit dub
Give us a six mane tearin' it up

These niggaz misleaded I'mma throw the blow
a nigga shirt soaked playin' getcha merked hoe
Chop it yeah, I hope folk money what I fo'
Paul and Juicy sent me 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 weed got my eyes low
If you know what I run that shit to my doe

We back we smack motherfuckers
If you step in our way attack motherfucker
But ya'll know ya'll done heard all befo'
Y'all done seen the fo-fos and folks 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 wrong place time
Hypnotized minds trick knocked ya up off ya

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 I'm a young rich gangsta nigga

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

Well it's ya boy call me Mr. Man
Fuckin' ya aunties ya and ya mammies
See I could give a fuck ya tossin' all ya tough talkin'
You like me nigga hit me in my mouth

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

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

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

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

U.S. marshal at my folks want to kill me dead
Wanna see me in a box bullet in my head
I'm was like, "I did shit why you hatin' this?"
Ghetto thugs my rap songs they relate to this

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

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

Yeah, my got a hook up with MTV
But they just keep forgettin' to 'em 'bout me
They try to 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 lil' not
That it 10 million sold and we still ain't on
That's why three 6 is the most known