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
all these body parts into my trunk

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

(Crunchy Blac)
Ain't been a motherfuckin bitch
Hypnotized just to get that grip
Yall niggaz cuz ya talk like a bitch
Yall niggaz walk cuz ya like a bitch
Now that some shit ya hatin on this click
You gon make a nigga get up wit cha
yo wig oh yes I did
I told you you don't want it a Hard Hitta kid!

(Boogie Mane)
I warned the glock spot to spot hit the locks
Hit a for his stash spot
the rock nigga was got that was the plot
dodge the cops labeled it another closing shop
Open it up for closin it up I give a fuck
On a basis I be postin it up
it up choppin it to match it wit dub
Give us a club Six mane it up

(Frayser Boy)
These niggaz misleaded I'mma the first blow
Leave a nigga shirt soaked playin get cha ho
it yeah I hope folk money what I work fo
Paul & Juicy me gotta put cha in the dirt bro
Comin wit the is easy we can get you guys
Frayser Boy or Beezy 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 motherfucker we smack motherfuckers
If you step in our way attack motherfucker
But yall know yall done heard all that
Yall done seen the and folks kick in ya doe
You seen the gauge pump bout to see a Chevy trunk
Lights out next to the Mississippi plumped up
Tape hog tied place wrong time
Hypnotized Minds trick ya up off ya grind

(Lil Chrome)
All my muhfuckers you niggaz should already
I'm the truth and out the booth been a ho
Get yo ass flipped sideways cut ya the doe
You ain't know I'm a young gangsta nigga
been one of them old type wanksta niggaz
I'm a muhfucker ask my mama who made me
A niggaz mad cuz they know they can't fade me
I'm Chrome Carleone Paul & who pay me

(Granddaddy Souf)
Well its ya boy Grandaddy (Souf) me Mr. Man
all ya aunties ya nieces and ya mammies
See I could 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 it get cha point across then
Candy ass boy you softer than cotton
Fight me or squash it cuz I ain't bout the boxin
and hollerin like a cheerleader squadron

(Juicy J)
You can't be like me D cuz I'm hurtin ya
No competition with the cuz its curtains
It ain't nothin shakin but some 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 them niggaz do
We smoke the of dro while she down wit some Jack-Jack
My eyes like the red carpet on the blue side

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

(DJ Paul)
I been doin this too to still be strugglin livin like this
Fuckin off with major labels slayed me a bitch
And got cheese and ride on Rolls it mean hoes
But still on the road doin shows
Tryna get a few in a few spots
I up back in the day I wouldn't use my glock
I a lotta corny shit on the radio
Thats because they record wouldn't spend dough
Yeah my got a hook up wit MTV
But just keep forgettin to tell 'em bout me
try to play like it's love and its family
But all my dollars goin to {****}
Tear Da Club Up was the first fight song
I that in 92 a lil not long
That it took 10 million sold and we ain't on
why Three 6 is the MOst Known Unknowns...