Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2

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

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

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

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

make me regularly, force me blood
I feed ya' hot lead slugs and watch you drip like
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 trick do you wanna get this?
Pimp type ass bitch with the Triple 6
My Lexus trunk or Viper Prophet Posse nothin'
In this fuckin' body parts through the air 'cause we come to get it

Several bodies in my never denyin'
Always high, and you playa hatin' punks
Always stayin' on the top look at the Billboard
Prophet Posse 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 killa my lyrics 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 meanin' click so
M-Child, Mound, smokin' out every night, bitch

I met this dude last week who said he slangin' 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 hour I'll be 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 slugs I will pump in to gut
Scan from the Killa Klan Kaze I dump your bodyparts into my trunk
go ride then play a game what's the game, the game of names
Now which, which one you choose
Whichever you you lose, you lose

First time on the maximum, don't be a
To see them hats talk shit but they don't know the
Dope sella BHZ's I dwell-ah
They looked into the of my jet black Barretta

Ratta, tatta, is all you
To see you niggas comin' up in the
But the game 'cause you don't got no friends
Droopy Dog self made to the end

Check here nigga will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it they 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

Slammin' bones, throwin' licks, puttin' in there clicks
Kaze in this 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 no fuckin' damn fool we
Ridin', drinkin', dankin', bodies stankin', I can smell it
And if them pull us over I'm the first to bail

Jackin' and packin' and takin' those fakin' ass
That 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
Betta get a motherfucker for crossin' my click,

boogety bang bang, nigga blew your brains
On the motherfuckin' wood nigga
Pullin' the like uh die nigga, uh die nigga

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

I see lookin' at playa 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 me, tricks afraid in front of the car
To that ditch, I dumped all his bodyparts into my