Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2

Yeah, we up in this mothafucka Prophet motherfuckin' Posse hoe
Three 6 Mafia, M-Child a 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 recognize you suckas
Thinkin' I'm for the 9-7 once again, it's on
to pull yo' motherfuckin' ass in bitch
Woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woo

Now when they to the hood, I be like black haven zone
And when it comes to parts of the body, I got than Auto zone
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it 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 Teflon so take that bulletproof off
When jump, I pump to put some murderin' punks
And then I all his bodyparts into my trunk

Play, I'ma terror from the end, I'll watch body explode
If they retaliate I blast, I think 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 slugs and watch you drip like fudge
I'm nuts, you got no crisp, you got no
You niggas from the start
I want to fill my fucking with your bodyparts

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

Several bodies in my trunk denyin'
Always high, and fuck you 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 leave you to go to sleep
Sleepin' with the 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, out every night, bitch

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

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

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

First time on the maximum, be a trick
To see them hats talk shit but don't know the deal
sella BHZ's where 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 watch the 'cause you don't got no friends
Drew Dog self 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
up with bullet lead, two to the head
Then I lay them in that I dig just for them, yes it is

Slammin' bones, throwin' licks, puttin' bitches in clicks
Kaze in this motherfuck down Prophet click
Clack, boom, doom, for you hats and you
Mossberg slug to your 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 pull us over I'm the first to

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 very
To the motherfucka fall out on the floor see Triple 6, on

Bitch mud up in a source bone
I don't kill 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 boogety bang, nigga blew your brains
On the motherfuckin' grain nigga
Pullin' the trigga like uh die nigga, uh die

Motherfucker I'm K Roc, I dump the into my trunk
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 traitors 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 believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car
To that ditch, I all his bodyparts into my trunk