Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 4

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

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

(DJ Paul)
Hypnotized Minds! HCP! 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 it real nigga
Make this money we makin it nigga! Throw it down!

(Crunchy Blac)
Ain't been a motherfuckin bitch
here just to get that grip
Yall niggaz cuz ya talk like a bitch
Yall walk cuz ya walk like a bitch
Now aint that some ya hatin on this click
You gon make a 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 spot to spot hit the locks
Hit a nigga for his spot
Took the rock was got that was the plot
dodge the cops they labeled it closing shop
it up for closin it up I don't give a fuck
On a daily 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 the first blow
Leave a nigga shirt soaked playin get cha ho
Chop it yeah I folk money what I work fo
Paul & Juicy sent me gotta put cha in the bro
Comin wit the pistols is we can get you guys
Boy Bizzle 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 back motherfucker we motherfuckers
If you in our way killaz attack motherfucker
But yall know yall done heard all that
Yall done the Fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe
You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a Chevy
Lights out to the Mississippi River plumped up
Tape hog tied wrong wrong time
Hypnotized trick knocked ya up off ya grind

(Lil Chrome)
All my you niggaz should already know
I'm the truth and out the never been a ho
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 type wanksta
I'm a smart muhfucker ask my who made me
A lotta niggaz mad cuz they know they fade me
I'm Carleone Paul & Juicy who pay me

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

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

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

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