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 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 on nigga keep it real nigga
Make this like we makin it nigga! Throw it down!

(Crunchy Blac)
Ain't been a motherfuckin bitch
Hypnotized just to get that grip
Yall niggaz cuz ya talk like a bitch
Yall niggaz walk cuz ya like a bitch
Now aint that some shit ya on this click
You gon make a nigga get up wit cha
yo wig oh yes I did
I told you you don't want it with a Hard 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 labeled it another closing shop
Open it up for closin it up I don't give a
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 misleaded throw the first blow
Leave a nigga shirt soaked playin get cha ho
it yeah I hope folk money what I work fo
Paul & sent me gotta put cha in the dirt bro
Comin wit the pistols is easy we can get you
Frayser Boy Bizzle or its the Hypnotize
HCP them my weed got my eyes low
If you know what I know run shit to my doe

(Lil Wyte)
We back motherfucker we motherfuckers
If you step in our way killaz motherfucker
But yall know done heard all that befo
Yall done the Fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe
You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a trunk
Lights out to the Mississippi River plumped up
Tape hog tied place wrong time
Hypnotized trick knocked ya up off ya grind

(Lil Chrome)
All my muhfuckers you niggaz 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 I'm a young rich gangsta nigga
Never one of them old type wanksta niggaz
I'm a muhfucker ask my mama who made me
A lotta niggaz mad cuz they know can't fade me
I'm Chrome Carleone Paul & who pay me

(Granddaddy Souf)
its ya boy Grandaddy (Souf) call me Mr. Man
Fuckin all ya aunties ya 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 don't talk about it be about it get cha point then
Candy ass boy you softer than cotton
Fight me or it cuz I ain't bout the spit boxin
Hootin and like a cheerleader squadron

(Juicy J)
You be like me slangin D cuz I'm hurtin ya
No competition the Juice cuz its curtains
It nothin shakin but some pimps in this bizitch
why you muggin and yo face lookin pizzissed
Stay cars ballin out like to shizine
You stay askin how the hell them niggaz do that
We smoke the best of dro while she down wit some
My eyes the red carpet still on the blue side

(Project Pat)
They locked me up like 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
rob kill steal for the ghet-ty green
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 why you hatin this?"
Ghetto thugs know my rap they relate to this

(DJ Paul)
I been doin this too long to be strugglin livin like this
Fuckin off with major labels slayed me like a
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 a lotta corny shit on the radio
Thats because record company wouldn't spend dough
Yeah my got a hook up wit MTV
But just keep forgettin to tell 'em bout me
They try to play like love and its family
But all my marketing dollars 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 still on
That's why Three 6 is the MOst Unknowns...