Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 4

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

(Hook)
Kill 'em and rob 'em and 'em and
dump all these body parts my trunk

(DJ Paul)
Minds! HCP! Hypnotized Camp Posse!
We finna do this for all you thievin ass wanna be us ass out there!
Stealin motherfucker! Take ya fake asses on nigga keep it nigga
Make money like we makin it nigga! Throw it down!

(Crunchy Blac)
Ain't never a motherfuckin bitch
here just to get that grip
Yall niggaz talk cuz ya talk like a
Yall niggaz walk cuz ya walk like a
Now aint that some shit ya hatin on this
You gon a nigga get up wit cha bitch
yo wig oh yes I did
I told you you don't want it a Hard Hitta kid!

(Boogie Mane)
I done the glock spot to spot hit the locks
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 closin it up I don't give a
On a basis I be postin it up
Smokin it up choppin it to it wit dub
us a club Six mane tearin it up

(Frayser Boy)
These niggaz misleaded I'mma throw the blow
Leave a shirt soaked playin get cha merked ho
Chop it yeah I hope folk money what I fo
Paul & Juicy me gotta put cha in the dirt bro
Comin wit the is easy we can get you guys
Frayser Boy Bizzle or its the Hypnotize
HCP them my folks got my eyes low
If you know what I run that shit to my doe

(Lil Wyte)
We back we smack motherfuckers
If you in our way killaz attack motherfucker
But yall know yall done all that befo
Yall done seen the and folks kick in ya doe
You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a trunk
Lights out next to the River plumped up
hog tied wrong place wrong time
Hypnotized Minds trick knocked ya up off ya

(Lil Chrome)
All my muhfuckers you niggaz should already
I'm the and out the booth never been a ho
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 type wanksta
I'm a smart ask my mama who made me
A lotta niggaz mad cuz they know can't fade me
I'm Chrome Paul & Juicy who pay me

(Granddaddy Souf)
Well its ya boy (Souf) call me Mr. Man
all ya aunties ya nieces and ya mammies
See I give a fuck about ya tossin all ya tough talkin
You don't me nigga hit me in my mouth
Man don't talk about it be about it get cha across then
Candy ass nigga boy you softer than
Fight me or squash it cuz I ain't the spit boxin
and hollerin like a cheerleader squadron

(Juicy J)
You can't be me slangin D cuz I'm hurtin ya
No competition with the cuz its curtains
It ain't shakin but some pimps in this bizitch
Thats why you and yo face lookin pizzissed
Stay bflippin ballin out like to shizine
You stay questions how the hell them niggaz do that
We smoke the best of dro while she wit some Jack-Jack
My eyes like the red still on the blue side

(Project Pat)
locked me up just like 2Pac and I went plat-ti-num
Laid it down for a calendar I'm back at them
Took my game then it up on a triple beam
Niggaz rob steal for the ghet-ty green
U.S. Marshal at my house want to kill me dead
Wanna see me in a box bullet in my head
I'm was like "I ain't did why you hatin this?"
Ghetto thugs know my rap they relate to this

(DJ Paul)
I been doin this too long to still be strugglin like this
Fuckin off with major labels slayed me like a
And these got cheese and ride on Rolls it 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 a lotta corny shit on the radio
Thats because they record company spend dough
Yeah my label got a up wit MTV
But they just keep to tell 'em bout me
They try to like it's love and its family
But all my dollars goin to {****}
Tear Da Club Up was the first Crunk fight
I made that in 92 a lil not
it took 10 million sold and we still ain't on
That's why Three 6 is the Known Unknowns...