Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2

Yeah, we back up in this Prophet motherfuckin' Posse 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 motherfuckin'
Thinkin' I'm for the 9-7 once again, it's on
Bout to pull yo' ass in bitch
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 Auto zone
In the middle of I got to keep it like rockin'
people callin' it green 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 that bulletproof off
When they jump, I pump to put some punks
And then I dump all his bodyparts my trunk

Play, terror from the end, I'll watch 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 to get rid of those faked up hoes
the city of Memphis watch me witness how this nigga unload

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

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

bodies in my trunk never denyin'
Always high, and fuck you playa punks
Always stayin' on the top at the Billboard Charts
Prophet Posse takin' over now we got you high

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

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

I met this dude last week who said he slangin' keys
Also had a hook up on some and some light green ink
What you think I was tryin' to a robbin' 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
a pure herb, AK's, all kinds a guns
'Till the nigga his car to the side and stopped the run

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

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

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

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

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

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

and packin' and takin' those fakin' ass bitches
That thinkin' that all of us is red while I drop this track
I flack, I'm ready, I'm straight from very
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 kill a motherfucker
Betta get a for crossin' my click, bitch

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 after Klan, seein' that K Roc solo burn
up in my green, Prophet Posse my nigga
Gimme that forty glock and I'ma jump, pullin' the

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