Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2

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

You better recognize you 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 when they 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 middle of fashion I got to keep it rockin'
Them people callin' it green that smoke how much I it

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

Play, I'ma from the end, I'll watch that body explode
If they retaliate I blast, I think about you won't find them 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 this unload

Rage make me regularly, me blood
I ya' hot lead 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 your

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

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

I don't know you why the fuck you all in my
I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, sayin' you so so
You ain't no killa my 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 your bitch ass
We be the Prophet, devilish, and meanin' click so
M-Child, Orange Mound, smokin' out every night,

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

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

Please don't test these murderers slugs I will in to gut
Scan from the Killa Klan Kaze I will dump your bodyparts 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 don't know the deal
Dope sella BHZ's where I
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 you don't got no friends
Droopy Drew Dog self to the end

Check this here will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel they don't feel I feel, then I fill
Them up with bullet lead, two to the
Then I lay in graves that I dig just for them, yes it is

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

Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it you see me
Project Pat is down but ain't no fuckin' 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 those fakin' ass bitches
That thinkin' that all of us is red instead 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

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

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

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

I see traitors lookin' at hats fakin' while we blast our gat
I know where you're 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 dumped all his bodyparts into my