Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2

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

You better recognize you motherfuckin'
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 they comes 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 up to him I need to let some shots off
It's DJ Paul with Teflon so take that off
When they jump, I pump to put some punks
And then I dump all his bodyparts 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 want to get rid of those up hoes
It's the city of Memphis watch me witness how this nigga

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

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

Several bodies in my trunk never
Always high, and fuck you playa punks
Always stayin' on the top look at the Charts
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 no killa my lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep
Sleepin' the lights on, hoe you cautious of me

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

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

Curve after curve I tryin' not to swerve
by the hour I'll be choppin' up my bag of herbs
Plus a pure herb, AK's, all kinds a
'Till the nigga pulled his car to the side and 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 what's the game, the game of names
Now which, one would you choose
Whichever you you lose, you lose

First time on the maximum, be a trick
To see them hats talk shit but they 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 watch the game you don't got no friends
Droopy Dog self made to the end

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

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

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

Jackin' and packin' and takin' those ass bitches
That thinkin' that all of us is red while 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

every mud up in a source bone
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 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, Prophet Posse my
Gimme that forty glock and I'ma jump, the trigger

I see traitors lookin' at hats fakin' 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