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
dump all these body parts my trunk

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

(Crunchy Blac)
Ain't never a motherfuckin bitch
Hypnotized here just to get that
Yall niggaz talk cuz ya talk like a
Yall niggaz walk cuz ya walk a bitch
Now aint that 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 with a Hitta kid!

(Boogie Mane)
I done warned the glock to spot hit the locks
Hit a nigga for his spot
Took the nigga was got that was the plot
the cops they labeled it another closing shop
Open it up for it up I don't give a fuck
On a daily I be postin 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
a nigga shirt soaked playin get cha merked ho
Chop it yeah I hope folk what I work fo
& Juicy sent me gotta put cha in the dirt bro
Comin wit the pistols is easy we can get you
Frayser Boy or Beezy its the Hypnotize
HCP them my weed got my eyes low
If you know I know run that shit to my doe

(Lil Wyte)
We back we smack motherfuckers
If you step in our way killaz motherfucker
But yall yall done heard all that befo
Yall done seen the and folks kick in ya doe
You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a Chevy
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 truth and out the booth been a ho
Get yo ass flipped sideways cut ya the doe
You ain't know I'm a young rich gangsta
Never been one of 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 Paul & who pay me

(Granddaddy Souf)
its ya boy Grandaddy (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 nigga hit me in my
Man don't talk it be about it get cha point across then
Candy ass boy you softer than cotton
Fight me or squash it cuz I bout the spit boxin
Hootin and hollerin a cheerleader 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 shakin but some in this bizitch
Thats why you muggin and yo 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 down wit some
My eyes like the red still on the blue side

(Project Pat)
They locked me up just like 2Pac and I went
Laid it down for a calendar I'm right back at
Took my game then weighed it up on a triple
Niggaz rob steal for the ghet-ty green
U.S. Marshal at my folks house want to me dead
Wanna see me in a box bullet in my head
I'm was like "I ain't did why you hatin this?"
Ghetto thugs my rap songs they relate to this

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