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 ready to do this you wanna fuck a hoe
Then wait until you're back when the gone bitch

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

Now when 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 of fashion I got to keep it like rockin'
Them people callin' it green that smoke how I like it

Again it's up to him I to let some shots off
DJ Paul with 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, I'ma terror from the end, I'll watch that explode
If they I blast, I think about you won't find them bloody clothes
Kill 'em though don't you know, I to get rid of those faked up hoes
It's the of Memphis watch me witness how this nigga unload

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

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

bodies in my trunk never denyin'
Always high, and fuck you playa hatin'
Always stayin' on the top look at the Charts
Prophet Posse takin' 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 leave you scared to go to
Sleepin' with the lights on, hoe you of me

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

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

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

First time on the maximum, don't be a
To see them talk shit but they don't know the deal
Dope sella BHZ's where I
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 nigga will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel they don't feel I feel, then I fill
Them up bullet lead, two to the head
Then I lay them in graves that I dig for them, yes it is

bones, throwin' 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 grill you can this

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

Jackin' and and takin' those fakin' ass bitches
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 see Triple 6, it's on

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

Boogety boogety bang bang, nigga blew brains
On the wood grain nigga
Pullin' the like uh die nigga, uh die nigga

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

I see lookin' at playa hats fakin' while we blast our gat
I don't where you're 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 all his bodyparts into my trunk