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 shit you wanna fuck a hoe
Then wait until you're back the war's gone bitch

You better you motherfuckin' suckas
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 they comes to the hood, I be like black haven zone
And when it to parts of the body, I got more than Auto zone
In the of fashion I got to keep it like rockin'
Them callin' it green that smoke how much I like it

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

Play, I'ma terror the end, I'll watch that body explode
If they I blast, I think about you won't find them bloody clothes
Kill 'em 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, me blood
I feed ya' hot lead slugs and watch you like fudge
I'm nuts, you got no crisp, you got no
You niggas front the start
I want to fill my fucking backyard with your

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

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

I know you why the fuck you all in my grill
I'm stackin' on you niggas, sayin' you so so trill
You no killa my lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep
Sleepin' with the lights on, hoe you of me

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

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

Curve after curve I return tryin' not to
Knowin' by the I'll be choppin' up my bag of herbs
Plus a herb, AK's, all kinds 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 Killa Klan Kaze I will your bodyparts into my trunk
Let's go ride then play a game the game, the game of names
Now which, which one would you
Whichever you you lose, you lose

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

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

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

Slammin' bones, licks, puttin' bitches in there clicks
in this 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 ain't no damn 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' 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 fall out on the floor see Triple 6, on

every 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 kill a
Betta get a motherfucker for crossin' my click,

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

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

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