Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2

Yeah, we back up in this Prophet motherfuckin' Posse hoe
6 Mafia, M-Child a whole bunch of mothafuckas
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 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 when they comes to the hood, I be like black haven
And when it comes to of the body, I got more than Auto zone
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like
people callin' it green that smoke how much I like it

Again it's up to him I to let some shots off
It's DJ with Teflon so take that bulletproof off
When they jump, I 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 retaliate I blast, I think about you won't 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 nigga unload

Rage make me regularly, force me
I ya' hot lead slugs and watch you drip 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 bodyparts

Wuss up trick do you wanna get with this?
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 in my trunk never denyin'
Always high, and you playa hatin' punks
Always on the top look at the Billboard Charts
Prophet Posse takin' nigga 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 no killa my lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep
Sleepin' with the lights on, hoe you of me

Me and about 80 mo' motherfuckas who
4 and 5 vans deep while bitch ass runnin'
We be the Prophet, devilish, and click 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 some tall and light green ink
What you think I was tryin' to a robbin' spree
So I drove a low key car to fool the streets

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

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

First time on the maximum, be a trick
To see them hats talk shit but don't know the deal
Dope sella 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 the game 'cause you don't got no friends
Droopy Drew Dog self to the end

this 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
Then I lay 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 your you can feel this

happy, nappy headed, set it don't 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 those fakin' ass bitches
thinkin' that all of us is red instead while I drop this track
I flack, I'm ready, I'm straight from bone
To the motherfucka out on the floor see Triple 6, it's on

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

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

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

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