Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 4

(DJ Paul)
Crunchy Blac, Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil Wyte, Chrome,
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the King of
'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 for all you thievin ass wanna be us ass niggaz out there!
motherfucker! Take ya fake asses on nigga keep it real nigga
Make this money like we makin it nigga! it down!

(Crunchy Blac)
Ain't been a motherfuckin bitch
Hypnotized here to get that grip
Yall niggaz talk cuz ya talk like a
Yall niggaz walk cuz ya walk a bitch
Now aint that some shit ya on this click
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 warned the glock spot to hit the locks
Hit a nigga for his stash
the rock nigga was got that was the plot
dodge the cops they it another closing shop
Open it up for closin it up I give a fuck
On a daily basis I be 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 throw the first
Leave a shirt soaked playin get cha merked ho
Chop it yeah I hope folk what I work fo
Paul & Juicy me gotta put cha in the dirt bro
Comin wit the pistols is we can get you guys
Frayser Boy or Beezy its the Hypnotize
HCP them my folks got my eyes low
If you what I know run that shit to my doe

(Lil Wyte)
We back motherfucker we motherfuckers
If you step in our way killaz motherfucker
But yall know yall heard all that befo
Yall seen the Fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe
You done seen the gauge pump to see a Chevy trunk
Lights out next to the Mississippi plumped up
Tape hog wrong place wrong time
Hypnotized Minds knocked 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 sideways cut ya through the doe
You know I'm a young rich gangsta nigga
Never been one of old type wanksta niggaz
I'm a smart muhfucker ask my who made me
A lotta mad cuz they know they can't fade me
I'm Chrome Carleone Paul & who pay me

(Granddaddy Souf)
Well its ya boy (Souf) call me Mr. Man
Fuckin all ya ya nieces and ya mammies
See I could give a fuck about ya 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 cotton
Fight me or squash it cuz I ain't bout the spit
Hootin and hollerin like a cheerleader

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

(Project Pat)
They locked me up just 2Pac and I went plat-ti-num
Laid it down for a calendar I'm back at them
Took my 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
see me in a pine box bullet in my head
I'm was like "I ain't did shit why you this?"
Ghetto thugs know my rap songs relate to this

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