Luyện nghe bài hát Body Work

[feat. Juicy J, Meek & French Montana]

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

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

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

[Verse 3: Mill]
Bad bitches on nigga
Money power nigga
Cop, cook, collect
You was never no threat
be rap dissin
I niggas I check niggas
These goons wid me don't spit no
Just limo service dey stretch
Black 'maro 2 S
Couple on my neck nigga
Erytime them see me
Dey like Meek Milly you a nigga
2 gats no vest
Strapped up like I'm a
Stand tall that Yao boy
Got a bad she 5"4
This roley that's on my wrist
Lephrachun die for
Young boys that's on my
Will kill I say ride 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 lawyer all the shit I ever did
Know we love KK sound
You know we not backin
100 like hold that doe
Diamonds flash Kodak, though
Straight cash nigga fuck that
Seven digits on phone!
Money so smoke a whole zo'
Getting blood 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 techno
Twenty thou' a show, I just hope my Max come home (Waveyyyy)
Money fast, diamonds flash high beams
Make it in this bitch Hurricane Irene