Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2

Yeah, we up in this mothafucka Prophet motherfuckin' Posse 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 you motherfuckin' suckas
Thinkin' that I'm for the 9-7 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 of the body, I got more than Auto zone
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like
Them people it green that smoke how much I like it

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

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

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

Wuss up 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 body parts through the air 'cause we come to get it crunk

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

I know you why the fuck you all in my grill
I'm buck on you niggas, sayin' you so so trill
You ain't no killa my leave you scared to go to sleep
Sleepin' the lights on, hoe you cautious of me

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

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

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

Please don't test murderers slugs I will pump in to gut
Scan from the Klan Kaze I will dump your bodyparts into 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 time on the maximum, don't be a
To see them hats talk but they don't know the deal
Dope sella BHZ's I dwell-ah
They looked into the barrel of my jet Barretta

Ratta, tatta, is all you
To see you comin' up in the [unverified]
But the game '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 they feel what I feel, then I fill
Them up bullet lead, two to the head
Then I lay in graves that I dig just for them, yes it is

Slammin' bones, throwin' licks, puttin' bitches in there
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', stankin', I can smell it well
And if them police us over I'm the first to bail

Jackin' and packin' and takin' those fakin' ass
That thinkin' that all of us is red while I drop this track
I flack, I'm ready, I'm straight from bone
To the motherfucka fall out on the floor see Triple 6, on

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

Boogety boogety bang bang, nigga blew your
On the wood grain nigga
the trigga like uh die nigga, uh die nigga

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

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