Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2

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

You better recognize you motherfuckin'
Thinkin' 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 haven zone
And when it comes to of the body, I got more than Auto zone
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it rockin'
Them callin' it green that smoke how much I like it

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me and about 80 mo' who comin'
4 and 5 vans deep while your ass runnin'
We be the Prophet, devilish, and meanin' click so
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 plan a robbin'
So I a low key car tryin' to fool the streets

Curve curve I return tryin' not to swerve
Knowin' by the hour be choppin' up my bag of herbs
Plus a herb, AK's, all kinds a guns
'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 into my
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

time on the maximum, don't be a trick
To see them hats talk shit but they 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 up in the [unverified]
But watch the 'cause you don't got no friends
Droopy Drew Dog made to the end

Check this here will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel they don't feel what I feel, then I
up with bullet 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 down 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
Project Pat is down but ain't no fuckin' fool we
Ridin', drinkin', dankin', bodies stankin', I can it well
And if them police pull us over I'm the first to

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 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 kill a
Betta get a motherfucker for my click, bitch

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

I'm K Roc, I dump the bodyparts into my trunk
See me after Klan, seein' that K Roc solo burn
Makin' up in my green, Prophet Posse my
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, afraid in front of the car
To that ditch, I dumped all his bodyparts into my