Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Several bodies in my trunk never
Always high, and fuck you playa punks
stayin' on the top look at the Billboard Charts
Prophet Posse takin' 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 my lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep
with 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 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 tryin' to plan a robbin'
So I drove a low key car tryin' to the streets

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

don't test these murderers slugs I will pump in to gut
Scan from the Killa Klan Kaze I will your bodyparts into my trunk
Let's go ride then play a game what's the game, the game of
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 BHZ's where I dwell-ah
They looked into the barrel of my jet Barretta

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

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

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

Trigger happy, headed, set it don't 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 pull us I'm the first to bail

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

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

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

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

I see traitors lookin' at playa hats while we blast our gat
I don't where 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 all his bodyparts into my trunk