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 parts into my

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

(Crunchy Blac)
Ain't never been a bitch
Hypnotized here just to get grip
Yall niggaz talk cuz ya like a bitch
Yall walk cuz ya walk like a bitch
Now aint that some shit ya on this click
You gon make a 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 they labeled it another shop
Open it up for closin it up I don't give a
On a daily I be postin it up
Smokin it up choppin it to it wit dub
Give us a Six mane tearin it up

(Frayser Boy)
niggaz misleaded I'mma throw the first blow
Leave a nigga shirt soaked get cha merked ho
Chop it yeah I hope money what I work fo
Paul & Juicy sent me gotta put cha in the bro
Comin wit the is easy we can get you guys
Frayser Boy Bizzle or Beezy its the
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 yall done all that befo
Yall done the Fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe
You done seen the gauge pump to see a Chevy trunk
Lights out to the Mississippi River plumped up
Tape hog tied place wrong time
Minds trick knocked ya up off ya grind

(Lil Chrome)
All my muhfuckers you niggaz should know
I'm the truth and out the never been a ho
Get yo ass flipped sideways cut ya the doe
You ain't I'm a young rich gangsta nigga
Never been one of old type wanksta niggaz
I'm a smart muhfucker ask my who made 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 (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 about it be about it get cha point across
Candy ass nigga boy you softer than
Fight me or squash it cuz I bout the spit boxin
Hootin and hollerin like a squadron

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

(Project Pat)
They locked me up just like 2Pac and I went
Laid it for a calendar I'm right back at them
my game then weighed it up on a triple beam
Niggaz rob kill for the ghet-ty green
U.S. Marshal at my folks house want to me dead
Wanna see me in a pine box bullet in my
I'm was like "I did shit why you hatin this?"
Ghetto thugs know my rap songs they to this

(DJ Paul)
I been this too long to still be strugglin livin like this
Fuckin off with major slayed me like a bitch
And these got cheese and on Rolls it mean hoes
But still on the road doin free
Tryna get a few spins in a few
I growed up back in the day I wouldn't use my
I hear a lotta shit on the radio
Thats because they record wouldn't spend dough
my label got a hook up wit MTV
But they just keep forgettin to '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 that in 92 a lil not long
That it took 10 million sold and we still on
That's why 6 is the MOst Known Unknowns...