Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 4

(DJ Paul)
Crunchy Blac, Mane, Frayser 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 into my trunk

(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 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 to get that grip
Yall niggaz talk cuz ya talk a bitch
Yall niggaz walk cuz ya walk like a
Now aint that some shit ya hatin on click
You gon a nigga get up wit cha bitch
yo wig oh yes I did
I you you don't want it with a Hard Hitta kid!

(Boogie Mane)
I done warned the glock spot to hit the locks
Hit a nigga for his stash
Took the rock nigga was got was the plot
dodge the cops labeled it another closing shop
Open it up for closin it up I don't a fuck
On a daily basis I be it up
it up choppin it to match it wit dub
Give us a Six mane tearin it up

(Frayser Boy)
These niggaz misleaded I'mma the first blow
Leave a shirt 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
wit the pistols is easy we can get you guys
Frayser Boy Bizzle or its the Hypnotize
HCP them my folks weed got my low
If you know I know run that shit to my doe

(Lil Wyte)
We back motherfucker we motherfuckers
If you step in our way killaz motherfucker
But yall know done 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
out next 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 flipped sideways cut ya the doe
You ain't know I'm a young gangsta nigga
been one of them old type wanksta niggaz
I'm a smart muhfucker ask my who made me
A lotta niggaz mad cuz they know they can't me
I'm Chrome Carleone Paul & 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 all ya tough 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 softer cotton
me or squash it cuz I ain't bout the spit boxin
Hootin and hollerin like a cheerleader

(Juicy J)
You be like me slangin D cuz I'm hurtin ya
No with the Juice cuz its curtains
It ain't nothin shakin but pimps in this bizitch
Thats why you muggin and yo face pizzissed
bflippin cars ballin out like to shizine
You stay askin questions how the hell them niggaz do
We smoke the best of dro while she wit some Jack-Jack
My eyes like the red carpet still on the side

(Project Pat)
They locked me up just 2Pac and I went plat-ti-num
it down for a calendar I'm right back at them
Took my game weighed it up on a triple beam
rob kill steal for the ghet-ty green
U.S. Marshal at my house want to kill me dead
Wanna see me in a pine box bullet in my
I'm was "I ain't did shit why you hatin this?"
Ghetto 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 labels slayed me like a bitch
And these got cheese and on Rolls it mean hoes
But still on the doin free shows
Tryna get a few spins in a few
I growed up back in the day I 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 they just forgettin to tell 'em bout me
They try to like it's love and its family
But all my marketing goin to {****}
Da Club 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 Three 6 is the Known Unknowns...