Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 4

(DJ Paul)
Crunchy Blac, Mane, Frayser 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 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!
motherfucker! Take ya fake asses on nigga keep it real nigga
Make money like we makin it nigga! Throw it down!

(Crunchy Blac)
Ain't never been a motherfuckin
Hypnotized here just to get that
Yall niggaz talk cuz ya talk like a
Yall niggaz cuz ya walk like a bitch
Now that some shit ya hatin on this click
You gon a nigga 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 for his stash spot
the rock nigga 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 daily I be postin it up
Smokin it up choppin it to it wit dub
Give us a club Six 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 folk money what I work fo
Paul & Juicy 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 I know run that shit to my doe

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

(Lil Chrome)
All my muhfuckers you niggaz should already
I'm the and out the booth never been a ho
Get yo ass sideways cut ya through the doe
You ain't I'm a young rich gangsta nigga
Never been one of old type wanksta niggaz
I'm a smart ask my mama who made me
A lotta niggaz mad cuz they know they can't me
I'm Chrome Carleone Paul & 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 like me nigga hit me in my mouth
Man don't talk about it be about it get cha across then
Candy ass nigga boy you softer than
Fight me or it cuz I ain't bout the spit boxin
and hollerin like a cheerleader squadron

(Juicy J)
You can't be like me D cuz I'm hurtin ya
No competition with the Juice cuz its
It nothin shakin but some pimps in this bizitch
Thats why you muggin and yo face pizzissed
Stay bflippin cars ballin out like to
You askin questions how the hell them niggaz do that
We the best of dro while she down 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
it down for a calendar I'm right back at them
Took my then weighed it up on a triple beam
Niggaz rob kill steal for the ghet-ty
U.S. at my folks house want to kill 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 relate to this

(DJ Paul)
I doin this too long to still be strugglin livin like this
Fuckin off with major labels slayed me like a
And these got cheese and ride on Rolls it mean
But still on the road doin free
Tryna get a few spins in a few
I growed up in the day I wouldn't use my glock
I hear a lotta corny 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 like 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 10 million sold and we still ain't on
That's why Three 6 is the Known Unknowns...