Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2 (Corrected)

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

You better recognize you motherfuckin'
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 they comes to the hood, I be like black haven zone
And it comes to parts of the body, I got more than Auto zone
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it rockin'
Them people 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 Teflon so take bulletproof off
they jump, I pump to put some murderin' punks
And then I dump all his bodyparts my trunk

Play, I'ma terror from the end, I'll watch that body
If retaliate I blast, I think about 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 of Memphis watch me witness how this 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 backyard with your

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

Several bodies in my trunk denyin'
Always high, and fuck you playa hatin'
stayin' on the top look at the Billboard Charts
Prophet Posse takin' over nigga now we got you

I don't know you why the fuck you all in my
I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, sayin' you so so
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 deep while your bitch ass runnin'
We be the Prophet, devilish, and meanin' so tight
M-Child, Orange Mound, smokin' out night, bitch

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

Curve curve I return tryin' not to swerve
Knowin' by the hour 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 murderers slugs I will pump in to gut
Scan the Killa Klan 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 you choose
you choose you lose, you lose

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

Ratta, tatta, is all you
To see you niggas comin' up in the
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 in graves that I dig just for them, yes it is

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

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

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

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

Boogety boogety bang bang, nigga blew your
On the motherfuckin' 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' K Roc solo burn
up in my green, Prophet Posse my nigga
Gimme that forty glock and I'ma jump, pullin' the

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