Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2

Yeah, we back up in this mothafucka Prophet Posse hoe
Three 6 Mafia, M-Child a whole bunch of
And ready to do this shit you fuck a hoe
Then wait until you're back the war's gone bitch

You better you motherfuckin' suckas
that I'm for the 9-7 once 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 to parts of the body, I got more than Auto zone
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like
Them callin' it green 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 some punks
And then I all his bodyparts into my trunk

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

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

Wuss up mista trick do you wanna get with
Pimp ass bitch down with the Triple 6
My Lexus trunk or Viper Posse nothin' nicer
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 punks
Always on the top look at the Billboard Charts
Prophet takin' 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, you so so trill
You ain't no my lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep
Sleepin' with the lights on, hoe you of me

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

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

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

Please don't test these murderers slugs I will 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, one would you choose
you choose you lose, you lose

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

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

Check here nigga will, rob and steal, mob and kill
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 that I dig for them, yes it is

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

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

and packin' and takin' those fakin' ass bitches
That thinkin' that all of us is red instead I drop this track
I flack, I'm ready, I'm straight very bone
To the motherfucka fall out on the floor see Triple 6, on

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

Boogety boogety bang, nigga blew your brains
On the motherfuckin' wood grain
Pullin' the trigga uh die nigga, uh die nigga

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

I see traitors lookin' at playa fakin' while we blast our gat
I don't know 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 all his bodyparts into my trunk