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 wait until you're back when the war's gone

You better recognize you suckas
Thinkin' that I'm for the 9-7 again, it's on
Bout to pull yo' motherfuckin' ass in
Woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woo

Now when they comes to the hood, I be black haven 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 people callin' it that smoke how much I like it

it's 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 murderin' punks
And then I dump all his into my trunk

Play, I'ma terror from the end, I'll that body 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 up hoes
the city of Memphis 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 backyard with your

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

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

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

Me and 80 mo' motherfuckas who comin'
4 and 5 vans deep while your bitch ass
We be the Prophet, devilish, and meanin' click so
M-Child, Mound, smokin' out every 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
What you I was tryin' to plan a robbin' spree
So I drove a low key car tryin' to the streets

after curve I return tryin' not to swerve
Knowin' by the hour 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

don't test these murderers slugs I will pump in to gut
Scan from the Killa Klan Kaze I will dump bodyparts into my trunk
Let's go ride play a game what's the game, the game of names
Now which, which one you choose
you choose you lose, you lose

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

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

Check this nigga will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel don't feel what I feel, then I fill
Them up with 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 you can feel this

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

and packin' and takin' those fakin' ass bitches
That thinkin' that all of us is red instead while I drop 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 wanna kill a motherfucker
Betta get a motherfucker for my click, bitch

Boogety boogety bang bang, nigga blew your
On the motherfuckin' grain nigga
Pullin' the like uh die nigga, uh die nigga

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

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