Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2

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

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

Now when they comes to the hood, I be 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 it like rockin'
Them people callin' it that smoke how much I like it

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

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

make 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 front from the start
I want to my fucking backyard with your bodyparts

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

Several bodies in my never denyin'
high, and fuck you playa hatin' punks
Always stayin' on the top look at the Billboard
Prophet Posse takin' over 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 no killa my lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep
with the lights on, hoe you cautious of me

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

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 to plan a robbin' spree
So I drove a low key car tryin' to the streets

Curve after curve I tryin' not to swerve
Knowin' by the hour I'll be choppin' up my bag of
a pure herb, AK's, all kinds a guns
'Till the pulled 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 into my trunk
Let's go ride then play a what's the game, the game of names
Now which, which one would you
Whichever you choose you lose, you

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

Ratta, tatta, is all you
To see you niggas comin' up in the
But watch the game you don't got no friends
Droopy Drew Dog made to the end

this here nigga will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel don't feel what I feel, then I fill
Them up with bullet lead, two to the
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 down with Prophet click
Clack, boom, doom, for you and you realas
Mossberg slug to grill you can feel this

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

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

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

Boogety bang 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 after Klan, seein' that K Roc solo burn
Makin' up in my green, Posse my nigga
Gimme that forty glock and jump, pullin' the trigger

I see traitors at playa hats 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 ditch, I dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk