Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 4

(DJ Paul)
Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Boy, Lil Wyte, Chrome,
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the 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! Hypnotized Posse!
We finna do this for all you ass wanna be us ass niggaz out there!
Stealin motherfucker! Take ya fake asses on nigga keep it nigga
Make this money like we makin it nigga! it down!

(Crunchy Blac)
Ain't never been a motherfuckin
Hypnotized here to get that grip
Yall niggaz talk cuz ya talk like a
Yall niggaz cuz ya walk 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 it with a Hard Hitta kid!

(Boogie Mane)
I warned the glock spot to spot hit the locks
Hit a for his stash spot
the rock nigga was got that was the plot
dodge the cops they it another 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 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 soaked playin get cha merked ho
Chop it yeah I hope folk money what I fo
Paul & Juicy 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 I know run that shit to my doe

(Lil Wyte)
We back we smack motherfuckers
If you step in our way killaz motherfucker
But yall yall done heard all that befo
Yall done the Fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe
You seen the gauge pump bout to see a Chevy trunk
Lights out next to the Mississippi plumped up
hog tied 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 booth been a ho
Get yo ass flipped cut ya through the doe
You ain't know I'm a young rich nigga
been one of them old type wanksta niggaz
I'm a muhfucker ask my mama who made me
A lotta niggaz mad cuz they know can't fade 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 fuck ya tossin all ya tough talkin
You don't like me 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 bout the boxin
and hollerin like a cheerleader squadron

(Juicy J)
You be like me slangin 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 lookin
Stay bflippin cars out like to shizine
You stay askin questions how the them niggaz do that
We smoke the of dro while she down wit some Jack-Jack
My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue

(Project Pat)
They locked me up just like and I went plat-ti-num
Laid it for a calendar I'm right back at them
Took my game then weighed it up on a triple
Niggaz rob kill for the ghet-ty green
U.S. Marshal at my folks house want to me dead
Wanna see me in a pine box bullet in my
I'm was like "I did shit why you hatin this?"
Ghetto thugs know my rap songs relate to this

(DJ Paul)
I been doin this too long to still be strugglin 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 doin free shows
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 shit on the
Thats they record company wouldn't spend dough
Yeah my label got a up wit MTV
But they just keep to tell 'em bout me
They try to play like it's and its family
But all my marketing dollars goin to
Tear Da Club Up was the Crunk fight song
I made that in 92 a lil not
That it took 10 million and we still ain't on
That's why Three 6 is the MOst Unknowns...