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
dump all these body into my trunk

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

(Crunchy Blac)
Ain't never been a motherfuckin
here just to get that grip
Yall niggaz talk cuz ya talk a bitch
Yall walk cuz ya walk like a bitch
Now that some shit ya hatin on this click
You gon make a 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 warned the glock spot to spot hit the locks
Hit a nigga for his stash
the rock nigga was got that was the plot
dodge the cops they labeled it another closing
Open it up for it up I don't give a fuck
On a basis 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 I'mma throw the first blow
Leave a nigga soaked playin get cha merked ho
Chop it yeah I hope money what I work fo
Paul & Juicy sent me put cha in the dirt bro
Comin wit the is easy we can get you guys
Frayser Boy Bizzle or 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 smack
If you step in our way killaz attack
But yall know done heard all that befo
Yall done seen the Fo-fos and folks in ya doe
You done seen the pump bout to see a Chevy trunk
Lights out next to the Mississippi plumped up
hog tied wrong place wrong time
Hypnotized Minds trick knocked ya up off ya

(Lil Chrome)
All my muhfuckers you should already know
I'm the truth and out the booth been a ho
Get yo ass sideways cut ya through the doe
You ain't I'm a young rich gangsta nigga
Never one of them old type wanksta niggaz
I'm a smart muhfucker ask my mama who 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 Grandaddy (Souf) me Mr. Man
Fuckin all ya aunties ya and ya mammies
See I could give a fuck about ya all ya tough talkin
You like me nigga hit me in my mouth
Man don't talk about it be about it get cha point across
Candy ass nigga boy you softer than
me or squash it cuz I ain't bout the spit boxin
Hootin and hollerin like a squadron

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

(Project Pat)
They locked me up like 2Pac and I went plat-ti-num
it down for a calendar I'm right back at them
Took my game weighed it up on a triple beam
Niggaz rob steal for the ghet-ty green
U.S. Marshal at my house 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 songs relate to this

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