Luyện nghe bài hát Body Work

[feat. Juicy J, Mill & French Montana]

1: Juicy J]
I got killers so don't push me cause Juicy J be on some Mob shit
Waitin by your door hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no but to do it
Got a vest on, Got a gun could really do it
You niggas is playin wid 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 nigga you is a bitch

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

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

[Verse 3: Mill]
Bad bitches on nigga
Money power respect
Cop, cook, nigga
You was never no nigga
Erybody be rap
I catch niggas I niggas
These goons wid me don't no verse
limo service dey stretch niggas
Black 2 S nigga
birds on my neck nigga
Erytime hoes see me
Dey like Meek you a mess nigga
2 no vest nigga
Strapped up I'm a cowboy
tall like that Yao boy
Got a bad she 5"4
This gold roley on my wrist
prolly die for
Young boys on my strip
Will kill anything I say on
Tell them niggas call us if they're out of
Cause we lifting weights but we don't do no body

4: French Montana]
Shout my all the crazy shit I ever did
Know we love KK sound
You know we not backin
100 drum like that doe
flash like Kodak, though
Straight cash nigga fuck 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)
Body work, chopper work 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 bitch Irene