Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2

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

You better you motherfuckin' suckas
Thinkin' that I'm for the 9-7 once again, on
to pull yo' motherfuckin' ass in bitch
Woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woo

Now they comes to the hood, I be like black haven zone
And it comes to parts 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

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

Play, I'ma terror from the end, watch that body explode
If they retaliate I blast, I think you won't 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 nigga unload

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

up mista trick do you wanna get with this?
Pimp type ass bitch down the Triple 6
My Lexus 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'
high, and fuck you playa hatin' punks
Always stayin' on the top look at the Charts
Prophet Posse takin' over now we got you high

I don't you why the fuck you all in my grill
I'm stackin' on you niggas, sayin' 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' motherfuckas who
4 and 5 vans while your bitch ass runnin'
We be the Prophet, devilish, and meanin' so tight
M-Child, Mound, smokin' out every night, bitch

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

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

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

First on the maximum, don't 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 game 'cause you don't got no
Drew Dog self made to the end

Check here nigga will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel they don't feel what I feel, then I
Them up with 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 there
Kaze in motherfuck down with Prophet click
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 them police pull us 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 this track
I flack, I'm ready, I'm straight from bone
To the motherfucka fall out on the floor see 6, it's on

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

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

Motherfucker I'm K Roc, I dump the bodyparts my trunk
See me Killa Klan, seein' that K Roc solo burn
Makin' up in my green, Prophet Posse my
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 believe me, tricks in front of the car
To that ditch, I dumped all his bodyparts into my