Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 4

(DJ Paul)
Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Boy, Lil Wyte, Chrome,
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ 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 finna do this for all you thievin ass wanna be us ass out there!
Stealin motherfucker! Take ya fake asses on nigga keep it nigga
Make this money like we 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 niggaz walk cuz ya walk like a
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 want it with a Hard Hitta kid!

(Boogie Mane)
I done warned the glock spot to spot hit the
Hit a nigga for his spot
Took the rock was got that was the plot
dodge the cops they labeled it another closing
Open it up for closin it up I give a fuck
On a basis I be postin it up
Smokin it up it to match it wit dub
Give us a club Six tearin it up

(Frayser Boy)
These niggaz misleaded throw the first blow
Leave a nigga shirt playin 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 pistols is easy we can get you
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 step in our way attack motherfucker
But yall know yall heard all that befo
Yall done seen the Fo-fos and kick in ya doe
You done seen the gauge bout to see a Chevy trunk
Lights out next to the Mississippi River up
Tape hog tied wrong place time
Hypnotized trick knocked 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 flipped sideways cut ya the doe
You ain't know I'm a rich gangsta nigga
Never one of them old type wanksta niggaz
I'm a muhfucker ask my mama who made me
A lotta niggaz mad cuz they know they fade me
I'm Chrome Paul & Juicy who pay me

(Granddaddy Souf)
Well its ya boy (Souf) call me Mr. Man
Fuckin all ya aunties ya nieces and ya
See I could a fuck about ya tossin all ya tough talkin
You don't me nigga hit me in my mouth
Man don't talk about it be it get cha point across then
ass nigga boy you softer than cotton
Fight me or squash it cuz I ain't the spit boxin
Hootin and hollerin like a cheerleader

(Juicy J)
You can't be me slangin D cuz I'm hurtin ya
No competition with the cuz its curtains
It ain't nothin but some pimps in this bizitch
Thats why you and yo face lookin pizzissed
Stay bflippin ballin out like to shizine
You askin questions how the hell them niggaz 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)
They locked me up just like 2Pac and I went
Laid it down for a calendar I'm back at them
my game then weighed it up on a triple beam
Niggaz rob kill steal for the ghet-ty
U.S. Marshal at my folks house to kill me dead
see me in a pine box bullet in my head
I'm was like "I ain't did shit why you this?"
Ghetto thugs know my rap songs relate to this

(DJ Paul)
I been doin this too long to still be livin like this
off with major labels slayed me like a bitch
And got cheese and ride on Rolls it mean hoes
But still on the road free shows
Tryna get a few in a few spots
I growed up in the day I wouldn't use my glock
I hear a lotta shit on the radio
Thats because they record company spend dough
my label got a hook up wit MTV
But they just keep to tell 'em bout me
They try to play it's love and its family
But all my marketing dollars goin to
Tear Da Club Up was the Crunk fight 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...