Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2 (Corrected)

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

You better you motherfuckin' 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 haven
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 callin' it green that smoke how much I it

Again it's up to him I need to let shots off
It's DJ Paul with Teflon so that bulletproof off
they 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 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 city of Memphis watch me witness how this nigga

Rage make me regularly, force me
I feed ya' hot lead and watch 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 your bodyparts

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

bodies in my trunk never denyin'
Always high, and fuck you playa punks
Always stayin' on the top at the Billboard Charts
Prophet Posse takin' over 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 lights on, hoe you of me

Me and about 80 mo' motherfuckas who
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 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 tryin' to the streets

Curve after I return tryin' not to swerve
Knowin' by the hour I'll be up my bag of herbs
Plus a 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 Klan Kaze I will dump your bodyparts into my
Let's go ride then play a game what's the game, the game of
Now which, which one you choose
Whichever you choose you lose, you

First time on the maximum, don't be a
To see them hats talk shit but don't know the deal
Dope sella BHZ's I dwell-ah
They looked into the 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 this here nigga will, rob and steal, mob and
And it feel don't feel what I feel, then I fill
Them up bullet lead, two to the head
Then I lay them in 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 your grill you can this

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

Jackin' and packin' and takin' those ass bitches
That thinkin' that all of us is red instead I drop this track
I flack, I'm ready, I'm straight from bone
To the motherfucka fall out on the see Triple 6, it's 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 kill a
Betta get a motherfucker for crossin' my click,

Boogety boogety bang, nigga blew your brains
On the motherfuckin' wood grain
Pullin' the trigga uh die nigga, uh die nigga

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

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