Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2

Yeah, we up in this mothafucka Prophet motherfuckin' Posse hoe
Three 6 Mafia, M-Child a bunch of mothafuckas
And ready to do this you wanna fuck a hoe
Then wait until you're when the war's gone bitch

You better recognize you suckas
Thinkin' I'm for the 9-7 once again, it's on
Bout to pull yo' ass in bitch
Woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woo

Now when they comes to the hood, I be like haven zone
And when it to parts of the body, I got more than Auto zone
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it rockin'
Them people callin' it green that how much I like it

Again it's up to him I need to let some off
It's DJ Paul with so take that bulletproof off
they jump, I pump to put some murderin' punks
And then I dump all his bodyparts into my

Play, I'ma terror the end, I'll watch that body explode
If retaliate I blast, I think about you won't find them bloody clothes
Kill 'em don't you know, I want to get rid of those faked up hoes
It's the city of Memphis watch me how this nigga unload

Rage me regularly, force me blood
I ya' hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudge
I'm nuts, you got no crisp, you got no
You niggas front the start
I want to fill my backyard with your bodyparts

Wuss up mista trick do you wanna get with
Pimp ass bitch down with the Triple 6
My trunk or Viper Prophet Posse nothin' nicer
In this fuckin' body through the air 'cause we come to get it crunk

Several bodies in my never denyin'
Always high, and you playa hatin' punks
Always stayin' on the top look at the Charts
Posse takin' over nigga now we got you high

I don't know you why the fuck you all in my
I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, you so so trill
You ain't no killa my leave you scared to go to sleep
with the lights on, hoe you cautious of me

Me and about 80 mo' motherfuckas who
4 and 5 vans deep while your bitch ass
We be the Prophet, devilish, and click so tight
M-Child, Orange Mound, out every night, bitch

I met this dude last week who said he double keys
Also had a hook up on some tall and some green ink
What you think I was to plan a robbin' spree
So I drove a low key car to fool the streets

Curve curve I return tryin' not to swerve
Knowin' by the hour be choppin' up my bag of herbs
a pure herb, AK's, all kinds a guns
'Till the nigga pulled his car to the side and the run

Please don't test these slugs I will pump in to gut
Scan from the Killa Klan Kaze I dump your bodyparts into my trunk
go ride then play a game what's the game, the game of names
Now which, which one would you
you choose you lose, you lose

First time on the maximum, be a trick
To see hats talk shit but they don't know the deal
Dope sella BHZ's where I
They into the barrel of my jet black Barretta

Ratta, tatta, is all you
To see you comin' up in the [unverified]
But watch the game 'cause you don't got no
Droopy Drew Dog self to the end

Check this here will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel they don't what I feel, then I fill
Them up with lead, two to the head
Then I lay in graves that I dig just for them, yes it is

Slammin' bones, throwin' licks, puttin' in there clicks
Kaze in motherfuck down with Prophet click
Clack, boom, doom, for you and you realas
Mossberg slug to your grill you can feel

Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it you see me
Pat is down but ain't no fuckin' damn fool we
Ridin', drinkin', dankin', bodies stankin', I can smell it
And if them pull us over I'm the first to bail

Jackin' and and takin' those fakin' ass bitches
That that all of us is red instead while I drop this track
I flack, I'm ready, I'm from very bone
To the motherfucka fall out on the floor see 6, it's on

Bitch every mud up in a source
I don't wanna a motherfucker, betta get a motherfucker
For talkin' that shit, uh, I wanna kill a motherfucker
Betta get a for crossin' my click, bitch

boogety bang bang, nigga blew your brains
On the wood grain nigga
the trigga like uh die nigga, uh die nigga

Motherfucker I'm K Roc, I dump the into my trunk
See me Killa Klan, seein' that K Roc solo burn
Makin' up in my green, Prophet my nigga
Gimme that forty glock and I'ma jump, the trigger

I see traitors lookin' at playa hats fakin' we blast our gat
I don't know where you're at hey boy, I better a [unverified]
If a nigga don't believe me, tricks afraid in of the car
To ditch, I dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk