Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2 (Corrected)

Yeah, we back up in this mothafucka Prophet motherfuckin' hoe
6 Mafia, M-Child 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' that I'm for the 9-7 again, it's on
Bout to yo' motherfuckin' ass in bitch
Woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woo

Now when they comes to the hood, I be like haven zone
And when it comes to parts of the body, I got more than Auto
In the middle of fashion I got to it like rockin'
Them people callin' it green that smoke how I like it

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

Play, I'ma terror from the end, I'll watch body explode
If retaliate I blast, I think about you won't find them bloody clothes
Kill 'em though 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 slugs and watch you like fudge
I'm nuts, you got no crisp, you got no
You niggas front the start
I want to fill my fucking backyard with bodyparts

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

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

I know you why the fuck you all in my grill
I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, sayin' you so so
You no killa my lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep
Sleepin' with the lights on, hoe you of me

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

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

after 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 a guns
'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 Kaze I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk
Let's go ride then play a game what's the game, the of names
Now which, which one would you
Whichever you you lose, you lose

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

Ratta, tatta, is all you
To see you niggas comin' up in the
But watch the game 'cause you don't got no
Droopy Drew Dog self 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
up with bullet lead, two to the head
Then I lay them in graves that I dig for them, yes it is

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

Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it 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 them police us over I'm the first to bail

Jackin' and packin' and those fakin' ass bitches
thinkin' that all of us is red instead while I drop 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, betta get a
For talkin' 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' wood 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, that K Roc solo burn
up in my green, Prophet Posse my nigga
Gimme that forty and I'ma jump, pullin' the trigger

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