Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 4

(DJ Paul)
Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Boy, Lil Wyte, Chrome,
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Pat, DJ Paul the King 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 wanna be us ass out there!
Stealin motherfucker! Take ya fake asses on nigga it real nigga
Make this money we makin it nigga! Throw it down!

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

(Boogie Mane)
I done warned the glock spot to spot hit the
Hit a for his stash spot
Took the rock nigga was got that was the
dodge the they 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 Six mane tearin it up

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

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

(Lil Chrome)
All my muhfuckers you niggaz should know
I'm the truth and out the never been a ho
Get yo ass flipped cut ya through the doe
You ain't know I'm a young rich nigga
Never been one of old type wanksta niggaz
I'm a smart ask my mama who made me
A lotta niggaz mad cuz they know they 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 like me hit me in my mouth
Man talk about it be about it get cha point across then
Candy ass nigga boy you softer than
Fight me or squash it cuz I ain't bout the boxin
Hootin and hollerin like a cheerleader

(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 pimps in this bizitch
Thats why you and yo face lookin pizzissed
Stay bflippin cars ballin out like to
You askin questions how the hell them niggaz do that
We smoke the best of dro while she down wit Jack-Jack
My like the red carpet still on the blue side

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

(DJ Paul)
I been doin this too long to still be strugglin livin this
Fuckin off with labels slayed me like a bitch
And these got cheese and ride on Rolls it mean
But still on the road doin shows
get a few spins in a few spots
I growed up back in the day I use my glock
I a lotta corny shit on the radio
Thats because they record company wouldn't spend
Yeah my label got a up wit MTV
But they just keep forgettin to tell 'em me
They try to like it's love and its family
But all my marketing goin to {****}
Tear Da Club Up was the Crunk fight song
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...