Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2

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

You recognize you motherfuckin' suckas
Thinkin' that I'm for the 9-7 once again, on
Bout to yo' motherfuckin' 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 comes to of the body, I got more than Auto zone
In the middle of fashion I got to it like rockin'
Them people callin' it green smoke how much I like it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

First on the maximum, don't be a trick
To see them hats talk but they don't know the deal
sella BHZ's where I dwell-ah
They looked into the barrel of my jet black

Ratta, tatta, is all you
To see you niggas up in the [unverified]
But watch the game 'cause you got no friends
Droopy Drew Dog self to the end

Check this here will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel they feel what I feel, then I fill
Them up bullet lead, two to the head
I lay them in graves that I dig just for them, yes it is

Slammin' bones, throwin' licks, puttin' bitches in clicks
Kaze in this motherfuck down with click
Clack, boom, doom, for you hats and you
Mossberg slug to your you can feel this

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

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

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

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

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

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