Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2

Yeah, we back up in this Prophet motherfuckin' Posse hoe
Three 6 Mafia, M-Child a whole bunch of
And ready to do shit you wanna fuck a hoe
Then wait you're back when the war's 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 to the hood, I be like black haven zone
And when it comes to parts of the body, I got than Auto zone
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it rockin'
Them people callin' it that smoke how much I like it

Again it's up to him I to let some shots off
DJ Paul with Teflon so take that bulletproof off
When they jump, I pump to put some 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 about you won't find them bloody clothes
Kill 'em though don't you know, I to get rid of those faked up hoes
It's the city of Memphis watch me witness how this nigga

Rage me regularly, force me blood
I ya' hot lead slugs and watch 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 with bodyparts

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

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

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

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

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

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

Please don't these murderers slugs I will pump in to gut
Scan from the Killa Klan Kaze I will dump your bodyparts my trunk
Let's go ride then play a what's the game, the game of names
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
sella 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 'cause you don't got no
Drew Dog self made to the end

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

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

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

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

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

Motherfucker I'm K Roc, I dump the bodyparts my trunk
See me after Killa Klan, that K Roc solo burn
Makin' up in my green, Posse 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 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 my trunk