Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 4

(DJ Paul)
Crunchy Blac, Mane, Frayser 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 parts into my trunk

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

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

(Boogie Mane)
I done warned the glock spot to spot hit the
Hit a nigga for his stash
Took the rock nigga was got that was the
the cops they labeled it another closing shop
Open it up for closin it up I don't a fuck
On a daily basis I be it up
Smokin it up it to match it wit dub
Give us a Six mane tearin it up

(Frayser Boy)
These niggaz misleaded I'mma throw the first
Leave a nigga shirt soaked playin get cha 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 folks got my eyes low
If you know what I know run that to my doe

(Lil Wyte)
We back motherfucker we smack
If you step in our way killaz attack
But yall know yall done heard all 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
Tape hog tied wrong wrong time
Minds trick knocked ya up off ya grind

(Lil Chrome)
All my muhfuckers you niggaz should already
I'm the truth and out the booth been a ho
Get yo ass flipped cut ya through the doe
You know I'm a young rich gangsta nigga
Never been one of them old wanksta niggaz
I'm a smart muhfucker ask my who made me
A lotta niggaz mad cuz they know they fade me
I'm Chrome Carleone & 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 about ya tossin 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
ass nigga 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 be like me slangin D cuz I'm hurtin ya
No competition with the Juice cuz its
It ain't nothin shakin but some pimps in bizitch
Thats why you muggin and yo face pizzissed
Stay bflippin cars ballin out to shizine
You stay askin questions how the hell them do that
We smoke the best of dro she down wit some Jack-Jack
My like the red carpet still on the blue side

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

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