Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 3

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

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

Ain't never a motherfuckin' bitch
Hypnotized here just to get that
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 make a nigga get up with cha kid
yo wig oh yes, I did
I told you, you don't want it a hard hitta kid

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

Open it up for closin' it up I give a fuck
On a daily basis I be it up
it up choppin' it to match it wit dub
Give us a six mane tearin' it up

niggaz misleaded I'mma throw the first blow
Leave a shirt 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' the pistols is easy we can get you guys
Frayser boy bizzle or beezy it's the
HCP them my folks weed got my low
If you know I know run that shit to my doe

We back motherfucker we motherfuckers
If you in our way killaz attack motherfucker
But ya'll know ya'll done heard all that
Y'all done the fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe

You done seen the pump bout to see a Chevy trunk
Lights out to the Mississippi river plumped
Duck tape hog tied wrong place wrong
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 ain't know I'm a young gangsta nigga

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

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

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 the spit boxin'
Hootin and hollerin' like a squadron

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

Stay flippin' cars ballin' out 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 like the red carpet still on the blue side

They locked me up just like 2Pac and I went
Laid it for a calendar I'm right back at 'em
Took my then weighed it up on a triple beam
Niggaz rob, kill, murder for that ghetty 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 know my rap songs they relate to

I been this too long to still 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 road doin' shows

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

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

Tear da up was the first 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 6 is the most known unknowns