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! Camp Posse!
We do this for all you thievin ass wanna be us ass niggaz out there!
Stealin motherfucker! ya fake asses on nigga keep it real nigga
Make this like we makin it nigga! Throw it down!

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

(Boogie Mane)
I done warned the spot to spot hit the locks
Hit a nigga for his stash
Took the rock nigga was got that was the
dodge the cops they labeled it another closing
Open it up for closin it up I don't 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 misleaded I'mma throw the first blow
Leave a nigga shirt playin get cha merked ho
Chop it yeah I folk money what I work fo
Paul & sent me gotta put cha in the dirt bro
Comin wit the is easy we can get you guys
Frayser Boy Bizzle or Beezy its the
HCP them my folks weed got my low
If you know what I know run shit to my doe

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

(Lil Chrome)
All my muhfuckers you niggaz should already
I'm the truth and out the never been a ho
Get yo ass sideways cut ya through the doe
You ain't know I'm a young gangsta nigga
Never been one of them old type niggaz
I'm a smart ask my mama who made me
A lotta niggaz mad cuz they know they fade me
I'm Chrome Carleone & Juicy who pay me

(Granddaddy Souf)
Well its ya boy Grandaddy (Souf) me Mr. Man
Fuckin all ya aunties ya and ya mammies
See I could give a fuck about ya tossin all ya talkin
You don't like me nigga hit me in my
Man don't talk about it be about it get cha point then
Candy ass nigga boy you than cotton
Fight me or squash it cuz I ain't the spit boxin
and hollerin like 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 shakin but some in this bizitch
Thats why you muggin and yo face pizzissed
Stay cars ballin out like to shizine
You stay questions how the hell them niggaz do that
We smoke the of dro while she down wit some Jack-Jack
My eyes like the red 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 green
U.S. Marshal at my folks house to kill me dead
see me in a pine box bullet in my head
I'm was "I ain't did shit why you hatin this?"
Ghetto thugs know my rap songs they relate to

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