Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 4

(DJ Paul)
Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Boy, Lil Wyte, Chrome,
Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the King of Memphis
'em up

(Hook)
Kill 'em and rob 'em and 'em and
dump all these parts into my trunk

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

(Crunchy Blac)
Ain't never been a bitch
Hypnotized here to get that grip
Yall niggaz cuz ya talk like a bitch
Yall walk cuz ya walk like a bitch
Now aint some shit ya hatin on this click
You gon make a nigga get up wit cha
yo wig oh yes I did
I told you you don't it with a Hard Hitta kid!

(Boogie Mane)
I warned the glock spot to spot hit the locks
Hit a nigga for his spot
Took the rock nigga was got was the plot
dodge the cops they labeled it another closing
Open it up for closin it up I don't give a
On a basis I be postin it up
Smokin it up it to match it wit dub
Give us a club Six mane it up

(Frayser Boy)
These niggaz misleaded I'mma the first blow
Leave a nigga shirt soaked playin get cha ho
Chop it yeah I hope folk money what I fo
Paul & Juicy sent me gotta put cha in the bro
wit the pistols is easy we can get you guys
Frayser Boy or Beezy its the Hypnotize
HCP them my weed got my eyes low
If you what I know run that shit to my doe

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

(Lil Chrome)
All my muhfuckers you niggaz should know
I'm the truth and out the booth been a ho
Get yo ass sideways cut ya through the doe
You ain't know I'm a rich gangsta nigga
Never been one of them old type wanksta
I'm a smart muhfucker ask my who made me
A lotta mad cuz they know they can't fade me
I'm Carleone Paul & Juicy 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 nigga hit me in my
Man don't about it be about it get cha point across then
Candy ass boy you softer than cotton
Fight me or squash it cuz I ain't bout the boxin
Hootin and hollerin a cheerleader squadron

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

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

(DJ Paul)
I been doin too long to still 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
get a few spins in a few spots
I growed up in the day I wouldn't use my glock
I a lotta corny shit on the radio
Thats because record company 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 dollars goin to {****}
Tear Da Club Up was the Crunk fight song
I that in 92 a lil not long
That it took 10 million sold and we ain't on
That's why Three 6 is the MOst Unknowns...