Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2 (Corrected)

Yeah, we back up in this mothafucka Prophet motherfuckin' hoe
Three 6 Mafia, a whole bunch of mothafuckas
And ready to do this shit you 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 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 comes to parts of the body, I got more than Auto
In the of fashion I got to keep it like rockin'
people callin' it green that smoke how much I like it

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

Play, I'ma terror from the end, I'll watch body explode
If they retaliate I blast, I think you won't find them bloody 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 slugs and watch 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 type ass bitch with 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

Several bodies in my never denyin'
Always high, and fuck you playa punks
stayin' on the top look at the Billboard Charts
Prophet Posse takin' over now we got you high

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

Me and about 80 mo' who comin'
4 and 5 vans while 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 last week who said he double keys
Also had a hook up on some and some light green ink
you think I was tryin' to plan a robbin' spree
So I a low key car tryin' to fool the streets

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

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

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

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

Check this nigga will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel they don't what I feel, then I fill
Them up bullet lead, two to the head
I lay them in graves that I dig just for them, yes it is

Slammin' bones, licks, puttin' bitches in there clicks
Kaze in this motherfuck with Prophet click
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
Project Pat is down but no fuckin' damn fool we
Ridin', drinkin', dankin', bodies stankin', I can it well
And if them police pull us over I'm the first to

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

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

Boogety boogety bang bang, nigga blew 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 Killa Klan, seein' K Roc solo burn
Makin' up in my green, Prophet my nigga
Gimme that forty glock and I'ma jump, pullin' the

I see lookin' 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 believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car
To that ditch, I dumped all his into my trunk