Luyện nghe bài hát Body Work

[feat. Juicy J, Meek Mill & Montana]

1: Juicy J]
I got some killers so don't push me cause J be on some Mob shit
Waitin by your door step hot in the
If it down 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 keep it one
You're thirty-two
The police got you on a leash nigga you is a

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

[Verse 2: T]
You don't know about life nigga
Earnin all of these stripes
Kilograms, Peter Pans, holders on bikes nigga
Throwin bitches on nigga
They don't know that they're dykes
'Til the money's out and the bottles
They're in the mix that like nigga
Rose all on my wrist
This rolex like piss
This daytona
Ya'll think I'm talking that shit
It's fifty no bezel shit
Like blood diamonds, it's shit
It's more guns, it's bodies
We shots they nobody
They fuck niggas they owe
Who's fuckin me nobody!
the guns drawn they're so sorry
Sprayin now the Lord 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 nigga
power respect nigga
Cop, cook, collect
You was never no nigga
be rap dissin
I catch niggas I niggas
These goons wid me spit no verse
Just limo service dey niggas
Black 2 S nigga
Couple on my neck nigga
Erytime them see me
Dey Meek Milly you a mess nigga
2 no vest nigga
Strapped up like I'm a
tall 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 niggas call us if they're out of
Cause we weights but we don't do no body work

[Verse 4: French
Shout my lawyer all the shit I ever did
Know we love that KK
You know we not down
100 drum like that doe
Diamonds like Kodak, though
Straight cash fuck that loan
digits on that phone!
Money so smoke a whole zo'
blood money tryna put my cause on!
Bitch I'm on fire, got my jaw
Sex, Money, Murder... Peter (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