Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 4

(DJ Paul)
Crunchy Blac, Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil Wyte, Chrome,
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Pat, DJ Paul the King 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 do this for all you thievin ass wanna 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
Hypnotized here just to get that
niggaz talk cuz ya talk like a bitch
Yall niggaz walk cuz ya like a bitch
Now aint that some 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 want it a Hard Hitta kid!

(Boogie Mane)
I done warned the spot to spot hit the locks
Hit a nigga for his spot
the rock nigga was got that was the plot
dodge the cops they labeled it closing shop
Open it up for it up I don't give a fuck
On a daily I be postin it up
Smokin it up choppin it to it wit dub
Give us a club Six mane it up

(Frayser Boy)
These niggaz I'mma throw the first blow
Leave a nigga soaked playin get cha merked ho
Chop it yeah I folk 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 Bizzle or its the Hypnotize
HCP my folks weed got my eyes low
If you know what I run that shit to my doe

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

(Lil Chrome)
All my you niggaz should already know
I'm the and out the booth never 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 old type wanksta niggaz
I'm a muhfucker ask my mama who made me
A lotta niggaz mad cuz they they can't fade me
I'm Chrome Carleone Paul & who pay me

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

(Juicy J)
You can't be 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 ballin out like to shizine
You stay askin questions how the hell niggaz do that
We smoke the best of dro while she wit some Jack-Jack
My eyes like the red carpet on the blue side

(Project Pat)
They locked me up just 2Pac and I went plat-ti-num
Laid it down for a I'm right back at them
Took my game then weighed it up on a beam
Niggaz rob kill steal for the ghet-ty
U.S. Marshal at my folks house want to me dead
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 relate to

(DJ Paul)
I been doin this too long to still be livin like this
Fuckin off with major slayed me like a bitch
And these got and ride on Rolls it mean hoes
But still on the road doin free
Tryna get a few in a few spots
I growed up in the day I wouldn't use my glock
I hear a lotta corny on the radio
Thats they record company wouldn't spend dough
Yeah my got a hook up wit MTV
But they keep forgettin to tell 'em bout me
They try to play it's love and its family
But all my marketing dollars to {****}
Tear Da Club Up was the first Crunk fight
I made in 92 a lil not long
That it took 10 million and we still ain't on
That's why Three 6 is the MOst Unknowns...