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 posse
We do this for all you thievin' ass
be us ass niggaz out there
Stealin' motherfucker, take ya fake asses on nigga keep it real
Make this money we makin' it nigga, throw it down

Ain't been a motherfuckin' bitch
Hypnotized here just to get grip
Y'all niggaz talk 'cuz ya talk like a
Y'all niggaz walk ya walk 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 told you, you don't want it with a hitta kid

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

Open it up for it up I don't 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

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

Comin' the pistols is easy we can get you guys
Frayser boy bizzle or it's the hypnotize
HCP them my folks weed got my low
If you know what I know run 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 that
done seen the fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe

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

All my muhfuckers you should already know
I'm the truth and out the booth been a hoe
Get yo ass sideways cut ya through the doe
You ain't know I'm a young rich nigga

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

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

Man talk about 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 'bout the boxin'
Hootin and like a cheerleader squadron

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

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

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

U.S. marshal at my folks house want to me dead
Wanna see me in a pine box 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 doin' too long to still be strugglin' livin' like this
Fuckin' off with labels slayed me like a bitch
And got cheese and ride on rolls it mean hoes
But still on the road free shows

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

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

Tear da club up was the first crunk fight
I made in 92 a lil' not long
That it took 10 million and we still ain't on
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