Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 3

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

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

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

Now ain't that some shit ya hatin' on click
You gon' make a 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 hit the locks
Hit a nigga for his spot
Took the rock nigga was got was the plot
Dodge the cops they it another closing shop

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

These niggaz misleaded I'mma throw the first
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

with the pistols is easy we can get you guys
Frayser boy bizzle or beezy the hypnotize
HCP my folks weed got my eyes low
If you what I know run that shit to my doe

We back motherfucker we smack
If you step in our way killaz attack
But ya'll know done heard 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 to the Mississippi river plumped
Duck tape hog tied place wrong time
Hypnotized minds knocked ya up off ya grind

All my muhfuckers you niggaz should already
I'm the and out the booth never been a hoe
Get yo ass flipped sideways cut ya the doe
You know I'm a young rich gangsta nigga

Never been one of them old type niggaz
I'm a smart ask my mama who made me
A niggaz mad 'cuz they know they can't fade me
I'm Carleone Paul and Juicy who pay me

Well ya boy grandaddy call me Mr. Man
Fuckin' ya aunties ya and ya mammies
See I could give a fuck about ya tossin' all ya 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 cotton
Fight me or squash it 'cuz I ain't the spit boxin'
Hootin and hollerin' a cheerleader squadron

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

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

locked me up just like 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 ghetty

U.S. marshal at my folks house want to kill me
Wanna see me in a pine box 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 strugglin' livin' this
Fuckin' off with labels slayed me like a bitch
And these got and ride on rolls it mean hoes
But still on the road 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 corny shit on the
That's because they record wouldn't spend dough

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

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