Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2

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

You recognize you motherfuckin' 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 black haven
And when it comes to parts of the body, I got more Auto zone
In the middle of fashion I got to it like rockin'
Them people it green that smoke how much I like it

Again it's up to him I need to let shots off
DJ Paul with Teflon so take that bulletproof off
When 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 body explode
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 watch me witness how this nigga

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

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

Several in my trunk never denyin'
high, and fuck you playa hatin' punks
Always stayin' on the top look at the 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, you so so trill
You ain't no killa my lyrics leave you 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 ass runnin'
We be the Prophet, devilish, and meanin' click so
M-Child, Orange Mound, smokin' out night, bitch

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

Curve curve I return tryin' not to swerve
Knowin' by the hour I'll be up my bag of herbs
Plus a pure herb, AK's, all 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 will dump your bodyparts into my
Let's go ride then play a game what's the game, the game of
Now which, which one would you
Whichever you choose you lose, you

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

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

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

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

Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it you see me
Project Pat is down but no fuckin' damn 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 packin' and takin' 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 out on the floor see Triple 6, it's on

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

boogety bang bang, nigga blew your brains
On the motherfuckin' wood grain
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, that K Roc solo burn
Makin' up in my green, Prophet my nigga
Gimme that forty glock and I'ma jump, pullin' the

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