Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 4

(DJ Paul)
Crunchy Blac, Mane, Frayser 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
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 keep it real
Make this like we makin it nigga! Throw it down!

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

(Boogie Mane)
I done warned the glock to spot hit the locks
Hit a nigga for his stash
Took the rock 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 daily basis I be it up
it up choppin it to match it wit dub
Give us a club Six tearin it up

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

(Lil Wyte)
We back we smack motherfuckers
If you step in our way attack motherfucker
But yall know yall done all that befo
Yall done the Fo-fos 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 knocked ya up off ya grind

(Lil Chrome)
All my muhfuckers you niggaz 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 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
Fuckin all ya ya nieces and ya mammies
See I could give a fuck about ya tossin all ya talkin
You like me nigga 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 it cuz I ain't bout the spit boxin
Hootin and hollerin like a squadron

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

(Project Pat)
They locked me up just like and I went plat-ti-num
Laid it down for a calendar I'm right at them
Took my game then weighed it up on a triple
Niggaz rob kill steal for the ghet-ty
U.S. at my folks house want 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?"
thugs know my rap songs they relate to this

(DJ Paul)
I been this too long to still be strugglin livin like this
Fuckin off with major labels slayed me a bitch
And these got and ride on Rolls it mean hoes
But still on the road doin free
Tryna get a few spins in a few
I up back in the day I wouldn't use my glock
I hear a lotta corny on the radio
Thats because they 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 marketing 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
why Three 6 is the MOst Known Unknowns...