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 shit you wanna a hoe
wait until you're back when the war's gone bitch

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

Now when they comes to the hood, I be like black zone
And when it comes to parts of the body, I got more than zone
In the of fashion I got to keep it like rockin'
Them people it green that smoke how much I like it

Again it's up to him I need to let shots off
It's DJ Paul 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 the end, I'll watch that body explode
If they retaliate I blast, I think 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 Memphis watch me witness how nigga unload

Rage make me regularly, 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 from the start
I want to fill my fucking with your bodyparts

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

Several bodies in my trunk never
Always high, and fuck you playa hatin'
Always stayin' on the top look at the Charts
Posse takin' over nigga now we got you high

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

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

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

Curve curve I return tryin' 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 these murderers slugs I will pump in to gut
Scan from the Killa Kaze I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk
Let's go ride then a game what's the game, the game of names
Now which, which one would you
Whichever you choose you lose, you

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

Ratta, tatta, is all you
To see you niggas comin' up in the
But watch the game 'cause you don't got no
Droopy 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 graves I dig just for them, yes it is

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

happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me
Project Pat is but ain't no fuckin' damn fool we
Ridin', drinkin', dankin', bodies stankin', I can it well
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 instead while I this track
I flack, I'm ready, I'm straight from bone
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 wanna a motherfucker
get a motherfucker for crossin' my click, bitch

Boogety boogety bang bang, nigga your brains
On the motherfuckin' grain nigga
the trigga like uh die nigga, uh die nigga

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

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