Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 4

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

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

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

(Crunchy Blac)
Ain't been a motherfuckin bitch
Hypnotized just to get that grip
Yall niggaz talk cuz ya talk like a
Yall walk cuz ya walk like a bitch
Now aint some 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 spot to spot hit the
Hit a nigga for his stash
Took the nigga was got that was the plot
dodge the cops they it another closing shop
Open it up for closin it up I 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 mane it up

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

(Lil Chrome)
All my muhfuckers you niggaz should already
I'm the truth and out the booth never a ho
Get yo ass sideways cut ya through the doe
You ain't know I'm a rich gangsta nigga
Never one of them old type wanksta niggaz
I'm a smart ask my mama who made me
A lotta niggaz mad cuz they know they fade me
I'm Carleone Paul & Juicy 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 tossin all ya talkin
You don't me nigga hit me in my mouth
Man don't talk about it be it get cha point across then
Candy ass nigga boy you 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 me slangin 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 face pizzissed
Stay bflippin ballin out like to shizine
You stay askin questions how the them niggaz do that
We smoke the best of dro while she wit some Jack-Jack
My like the red carpet still on the blue side

(Project Pat)
They locked me up just like 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
Niggaz rob steal for the ghet-ty green
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?"
thugs know my rap songs they relate to this

(DJ Paul)
I been doin too long to still be strugglin livin like this
Fuckin off with major slayed me like a bitch
And these got and ride on Rolls it mean hoes
But on the road doin free shows
get a few spins in a few spots
I up back in the day I wouldn't use my glock
I hear a lotta corny shit on the
Thats because they record company wouldn't spend
my label got a hook up wit MTV
But they just keep forgettin to tell 'em me
They try to 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 sold and we still on
why Three 6 is the MOst Known Unknowns...