Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2

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

You recognize 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'
people 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 Teflon so take that off
they jump, I pump to put some murderin' punks
And then I dump all his into my trunk

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

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

Wuss up mista trick do you wanna get with
Pimp type ass bitch down the Triple 6
My Lexus trunk or Prophet 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 hatin'
Always on the top look at the Billboard Charts
Prophet Posse over nigga now we got you high

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

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

I met this dude last 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 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 choppin' up my bag of
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 Killa Klan Kaze I will dump your bodyparts my trunk
Let's go ride then play a game what's the game, the of names
Now which, which one you choose
Whichever you you lose, you lose

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

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

this here nigga 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

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

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

Jackin' and packin' and takin' those fakin' ass
That thinkin' that all of us is red instead I drop this track
I flack, I'm ready, I'm straight from very
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
Betta get a motherfucker for my click, bitch

Boogety bang bang, nigga blew your brains
On the wood grain nigga
the trigga like uh die nigga, uh die nigga

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

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