Luyện nghe bài hát Body Work

[feat. Juicy J, Meek Mill & French

[Verse 1: J]
I got some killers so don't push me cause Juicy J be on some Mob
Waitin by your step hot in the bullshit
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 niggas
Get funny, one day you is the
Next day you're in the
keep it one hundred
You're thirty-two
The police got you on a nigga you is a bitch

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

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

[Verse 3: Meek
Bad on deck nigga
Money respect nigga
Cop, cook, nigga
You was never no nigga
be rap dissin
I catch I check niggas
These goons wid me spit no verse
limo service dey stretch niggas
Black 2 S nigga
Couple on my neck nigga
them hoes see me
Dey like Milly you a mess nigga
2 gats no vest
Strapped up I'm a cowboy
tall like that Yao boy
Got a bad she 5"4
This roley that's on my wrist
prolly die for
Young that's on my strip
kill anything 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

[Verse 4: French
Shout my all the crazy shit I ever did
Know we love KK sound
You know we not backin
100 drum hold that doe
Diamonds like Kodak, though
cash nigga fuck that loan
Seven 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
thou' a show, I just hope my nigga Max come home (Waveyyyy)
Money fast, diamonds like high beams
Make it in this bitch Hurricane Irene