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 keep it real
Make this money like we makin it nigga! it down!

(Crunchy Blac)
Ain't never been a motherfuckin
Hypnotized here to get that grip
Yall niggaz talk cuz ya like a bitch
Yall niggaz walk cuz ya walk a bitch
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 told you you don't it with a Hard Hitta kid!

(Boogie Mane)
I done warned the 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 misleaded I'mma throw the first blow
Leave a shirt soaked playin get cha merked ho
Chop it yeah I hope folk money what I fo
Paul & Juicy sent me put cha in the dirt bro
wit the pistols is easy we can get you guys
Frayser Boy Bizzle or Beezy its the
HCP my folks weed got my eyes low
If you know what I know run that to my doe

(Lil Wyte)
We back we smack motherfuckers
If you step in our way killaz attack
But yall know yall done all that befo
Yall seen the Fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe
You done 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 you niggaz should already know
I'm the and out the booth never been a ho
Get yo ass flipped sideways cut ya the doe
You ain't know I'm a young gangsta nigga
Never one of them old type wanksta niggaz
I'm a smart muhfucker ask my mama who me
A lotta niggaz mad cuz know they can't fade me
I'm Chrome Carleone & Juicy who pay me

(Granddaddy Souf)
Well its ya boy Grandaddy (Souf) me Mr. Man
Fuckin all ya aunties ya nieces and ya
See I give a fuck about ya tossin all ya tough talkin
You like me nigga hit me in my mouth
Man don't talk about it be about it get cha across then
ass nigga boy you softer than cotton
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 slangin D cuz I'm ya
No competition with the Juice cuz its
It ain't shakin but some pimps in this bizitch
Thats why you muggin and yo face lookin
Stay bflippin cars out like to shizine
You askin questions how the hell them niggaz do that
We smoke the of dro while 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 game then weighed it up on a beam
Niggaz rob steal 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 "I ain't did shit why you hatin this?"
Ghetto thugs my rap songs they relate to this

(DJ Paul)
I been doin this too long to still be livin like this
Fuckin off with major slayed me like a bitch
And got cheese and ride on Rolls it mean 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
because they record company wouldn't spend dough
Yeah my label got a up wit MTV
But they just forgettin to tell 'em bout me
They try to play it's love and its family
But all my marketing dollars to {****}
Tear Da Club Up was the first fight song
I made that in 92 a lil not
That it took 10 sold and we still ain't on
That's why Three 6 is the Known Unknowns...