Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2

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

You better you motherfuckin' suckas
that I'm for the 9-7 once again, it's 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 black 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 like
Them people callin' it that smoke how much I like it

it's up to him I need to let some shots off
It's DJ with Teflon so take that bulletproof off
When jump, I pump to put some murderin' punks
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 them bloody clothes
Kill 'em though don't you know, I want to get rid of those up hoes
It's the city of Memphis watch me witness how this unload

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

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

Several bodies in my trunk denyin'
Always high, and you playa hatin' punks
stayin' 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' on you niggas, sayin' you so so trill
You ain't no killa my lyrics leave you scared to go to
with the lights on, hoe you cautious of me

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

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

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

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

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

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 nigga will, rob and steal, mob and
And it feel they feel what I feel, then I fill
Them up with bullet lead, two to the
Then I lay them in graves I dig just for them, yes it is

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

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

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

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

Boogety boogety bang bang, nigga your brains
On the motherfuckin' wood grain
Pullin' the like uh die nigga, uh die nigga

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

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