Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2 (Corrected)

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

You better recognize you suckas
that I'm for the 9-7 once 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 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 how much I like it

Again it's up to him I need to let some off
It's DJ Paul with so take that bulletproof off
When jump, I pump to put some murderin' punks
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 about you won't find them clothes
Kill 'em though don't you know, I want to get rid of faked up hoes
It's the of Memphis watch me witness how this nigga unload

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

Wuss up mista do you wanna get with this?
Pimp type ass bitch down 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 never
high, and fuck you playa hatin' punks
Always stayin' on the top at the Billboard Charts
Prophet Posse takin' over nigga now we got you

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 lyrics leave you scared to go to
Sleepin' with the lights on, hoe you of me

Me and about 80 mo' motherfuckas who
4 and 5 vans deep while your 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
had a hook up on some tall and some light green ink
What you think I was tryin' to plan a robbin'
So I a low key car tryin' to fool the streets

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

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

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 into the barrel of my jet black Barretta

Ratta, tatta, is all you
To see you niggas comin' up in the
But the game 'cause 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 don't feel I feel, then I fill
Them up with bullet lead, two to the
Then I lay them in graves that I dig for them, yes it is

Slammin' bones, licks, puttin' bitches in there clicks
Kaze in this motherfuck down 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 no fuckin' damn fool we
Ridin', drinkin', dankin', bodies stankin', I can 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 wanna kill a motherfucker, betta get a
For talkin' that shit, uh, I wanna kill a motherfucker
Betta get a for crossin' my click, bitch

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

Motherfucker I'm K Roc, I dump the bodyparts my trunk
See me after Killa Klan, seein' that K Roc solo
Makin' up in my green, Posse my nigga
Gimme that glock and I'ma jump, pullin' the trigger

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