Luyện nghe bài hát Body Work

[feat. J, Meek Mill & French Montana]

1: Juicy J]
I got some killers so don't push me cause Juicy J be on Mob shit
Waitin by your door step hot in the
If it comes to it ain't no thang but to do it
Got a vest on, Got a gun that could do it
You niggas is playin wid real money
Get funny, one day you is the
day you're in the dumpster
Couldn't it one hundred
You're thirty-two
The police got you on a leash you is a bitch

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

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

[Verse 3: Mill]
Bad bitches on deck
Money power respect
Cop, cook, collect
You was never no threat
be rap dissin
I catch I check niggas
goons wid me don't spit no verse
Just limo service dey stretch
'maro 2 S nigga
Couple on my neck nigga
them hoes see me
Dey like Meek you a mess nigga
2 gats no nigga
Strapped up like I'm a
Stand tall that Yao boy
Got a bad she 5"4
gold roley that's on my wrist
Lephrachun die for
Young that's on my strip
kill anything I say ride on
Tell them call us if they're out of work
Cause we weights but we don't do no body work

[Verse 4: Montana]
Shout my lawyer all the crazy I ever did
Know we love that KK
You know we not backin
100 like hold that doe
flash like Kodak, though
Straight cash nigga that loan
digits on that phone!
Money so long smoke a zo'
blood money tryna put my cause on!
Bitch I'm on fire, got my jaw
Sex, Money, Murder... Peter (Soundview waddap)
Body work, chopper work like a song
Twenty a show, I just hope my nigga Max come home (Waveyyyy)
Money fast, diamonds like high beams
Make it in this bitch Hurricane Irene