Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2 (Corrected)

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

You better recognize you suckas
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 of the body, I got more than Auto zone
In the middle of fashion I got to it like rockin'
Them people callin' it green that 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
When jump, I pump to put some murderin' punks
And then I dump all his bodyparts into my

Play, I'ma terror from the end, I'll that 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 how this nigga unload

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

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

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

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' with the on, hoe you cautious of me

Me and 80 mo' motherfuckas 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 dude last week who said he slangin' double keys
Also had a hook up on some tall and some light 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 return not to swerve
Knowin' by the hour I'll be up my bag of herbs
Plus a pure herb, AK's, all kinds a
'Till the nigga pulled his car to the side and the run

Please don't test these murderers slugs I pump in to gut
Scan from the Killa Klan I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk
Let's go ride then play a what's the game, the game 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 BHZ's where I dwell-ah
They looked the barrel of my jet black Barretta

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

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

Slammin' bones, throwin' licks, bitches in there clicks
Kaze in this motherfuck down Prophet click
Clack, boom, doom, for you hats and you
Mossberg slug to your you can feel this

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
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 floor see Triple 6, on

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

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

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

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