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 ready to do this shit you wanna a hoe
Then wait you're back when the war's gone bitch

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

Now when they comes to the hood, I be like haven zone
And when it comes to parts of the body, I got more than zone
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it rockin'
Them people callin' it that smoke how much I like it

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

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

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

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 parts through the air 'cause we come to get it

bodies in my trunk never denyin'
Always high, and you playa 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 stackin' buck on you niggas, you so so trill
You ain't no killa my lyrics you scared to go to sleep
with the lights on, hoe you cautious of me

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

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

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

Please test these murderers slugs I will pump in to gut
Scan the Killa Klan Kaze I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk
Let's go ride then play a game what's the game, the of names
Now which, which one you choose
Whichever you you lose, you lose

time on the maximum, don't be a trick
To see them hats talk shit but they don't the deal
Dope sella BHZ's where I
They looked into the barrel of my jet Barretta

Ratta, tatta, is all you
To see you niggas up in the [unverified]
But watch the game 'cause you got no friends
Droopy Drew Dog self to the end

Check this nigga will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel they don't feel what I feel, 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 clicks
Kaze in this motherfuck with Prophet click
Clack, boom, doom, for you hats and you
slug to your grill you can feel this

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

Jackin' and packin' and those fakin' ass bitches
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 wanna kill a motherfucker, betta get a motherfucker
For talkin' shit, uh, I don't wanna kill a motherfucker
Betta get a for crossin' 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 Klan, seein' that K Roc solo burn
Makin' up in my green, Prophet Posse my
Gimme that forty glock and jump, pullin' the trigger

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