Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2

Yeah, we back up in this Prophet motherfuckin' Posse hoe
Three 6 Mafia, a whole bunch of mothafuckas
And ready to do this shit you fuck a hoe
Then wait until you're back when the gone bitch

You better recognize you motherfuckin'
that 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 black haven
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 that smoke how much I it

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

Play, I'ma terror from the end, I'll watch body explode
If they retaliate I blast, I think about you find 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Please don't test these murderers slugs I pump in to gut
Scan from the Klan Kaze I will dump 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, don't be a
To see them hats talk shit but they don't know the
Dope BHZ's where I dwell-ah
They looked the barrel of my jet black Barretta

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

Check this here nigga will, rob and steal, mob and
And it they don't 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, bitches in there clicks
Kaze in this motherfuck down with Prophet
Clack, boom, doom, for you and you realas
slug to your grill you can feel this

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

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

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

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

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

I see traitors lookin' at hats 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 believe me, tricks in front of the car
To that ditch, I dumped all his bodyparts into my