Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2

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

You better recognize you suckas
Thinkin' I'm for the 9-7 once again, it's 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 when it comes to parts of the body, I got more than zone
In the of fashion I got to keep it like rockin'
Them people callin' it green that smoke how I like it

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

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 faked up hoes
It's the city of Memphis watch me witness how nigga unload

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

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

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

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

Me and 80 mo' motherfuckas who comin'
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 some tall and some green 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 I'll 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 pump 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, one would you choose
you choose you lose, you lose

First time on the maximum, don't be a
To see hats talk shit but they don't know the deal
sella BHZ's where I dwell-ah
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 nigga will, rob and steal, mob and
And it feel don't feel what I feel, then I fill
Them up with bullet lead, two to the
Then I lay them in that I dig just for them, yes it is

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

happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me
Project Pat is down but ain't no fuckin' damn 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 takin' those fakin' ass
That thinkin' that all of us is red instead while I this track
I flack, I'm ready, I'm from very bone
To the motherfucka out on the floor see Triple 6, it's on

Bitch every mud up in a source
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 boogety bang bang, nigga blew your
On the motherfuckin' wood grain
the trigga like uh die nigga, uh die nigga

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

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