Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2

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

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

Now they comes 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 like
Them people callin' it that smoke how much I like it

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

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

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

Wuss up mista do you wanna get with this?
Pimp type ass down with the Triple 6
My Lexus or Viper Prophet Posse nothin' nicer
In this body 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 on the top look at the Billboard Charts
Prophet Posse takin' over nigga now we got you

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

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

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

don't test these murderers slugs I will pump in to gut
Scan from the Killa Klan Kaze I 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

First time on the maximum, don't be a
To see them hats talk 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 up in the [unverified]
But watch the game you don't got no friends
Drew Dog self made to the end

Check this nigga will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel they feel what I feel, then I fill
Them up bullet lead, two to the head
Then I lay them in that I dig just for them, yes it is

bones, throwin' licks, puttin' bitches in there clicks
Kaze in this motherfuck down Prophet click
Clack, boom, doom, for you and you realas
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', stankin', I can smell it well
And if them police us over I'm the first to bail

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

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

boogety bang bang, nigga blew your brains
On the wood grain nigga
Pullin' the like 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
Makin' up in my green, Prophet my nigga
Gimme that glock and I'ma jump, pullin' the trigger

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