Luyện nghe bài hát Body Work

[feat. Juicy J, Meek & French Montana]

[Verse 1: J]
I got some killers so push me cause Juicy J be on some Mob shit
by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes to it ain't no thang but to do it
Got a on, Got a gun that could really do it
You is playin wid real niggas money
Get funny, one day you is the
Next day you're in the
keep it one hundred
You're percent
The police got you on a leash you is a bitch

Give yo' ass that body work nigga we
Ridin wid three K nigga I ain't talking bout the
This ain't no arcade, nigga so playing!
It's eat time, me and my buffet-ing
yo' ass body work that we spraying
Ridin wid three K nigga I talking bout the clan
ain't no arcade, so quit playing!
It's eat time, me and my buffet-ing

[Verse 2: T]
You know about this life nigga
Earnin all of these stripes
Kilograms, Peter Pans, Pack on bikes nigga
bitches on flights nigga
They don't that they're dykes nigga
'Til the out and the bottles pouring
They're in the mix that like nigga
gold all on my wrist
This rolex like piss
This illuminate
Ya'll think I'm talking devil shit
It's fifty racks no bezel
Like blood diamonds, it's rebel
It's more guns, it's bodies
We call shots they
fuck niggas they owe prolly
Who's with me nobody!
When the guns they're so sorry
Sprayin niggas now the got em
Bullets out the barrel make body jerk
Fuck Wid my money and hit you that body work!

[Verse 3: Mill]
Bad bitches on nigga
Money power respect
Cop, cook, collect
You was no threat nigga
Erybody be rap
I catch niggas I check
These goons wid me spit no verse
Just limo service dey niggas
'maro 2 S nigga
Couple birds on my neck
them hoes see me
Dey Meek Milly you a mess nigga
2 no vest nigga
Strapped up I'm a cowboy
Stand like that Yao boy
Got a bad she 5"4
This roley that's on my wrist
prolly die for
Young boys that's on my
Will anything I say ride on
Tell them call us if they're out of work
Cause we lifting weights but we do no body work

4: French Montana]
Shout my lawyer all the shit I ever did
Know we love KK sound
You know we not backin
100 drum like that doe
Diamonds like Kodak, though
cash nigga fuck that loan
Seven on that phone!
so long smoke a whole zo'
Getting blood money put my cause on!
I'm on fire, got my jaw wired
Sex, Money, Murder... Rollack (Soundview waddap)
work, chopper work like a techno song
Twenty thou' a show, I hope my nigga Max come home (Waveyyyy)
Money fast, flash like high beams
Make it rain in this Hurricane Irene