Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2 (Corrected)

Yeah, we back up in this Prophet motherfuckin' Posse hoe
6 Mafia, M-Child a whole bunch of mothafuckas
And ready to do this you wanna fuck a hoe
Then wait until you're back 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' ass in bitch
Woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woo

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

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

Play, I'ma from the end, I'll watch that body explode
If they retaliate I blast, I think about you won't them bloody clothes
Kill 'em though you know, I want to get rid of those faked up hoes
the city of Memphis watch me witness how this nigga unload

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

Wuss up mista trick do you wanna get with
Pimp type ass bitch down the Triple 6
My Lexus or Viper Prophet Posse nothin' nicer
In this fuckin' body parts the air 'cause 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' nigga 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 ain't no killa my lyrics leave you to go to sleep
Sleepin' with the on, hoe you cautious of me

Me and about 80 mo' motherfuckas who
4 and 5 deep while your bitch ass runnin'
We be the Prophet, devilish, and meanin' click so
M-Child, Orange Mound, smokin' out night, bitch

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

Curve after curve I return tryin' not to
Knowin' by the hour be choppin' up my bag of herbs
Plus a pure herb, AK's, all kinds a
the nigga pulled 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 of names
Now which, one would you choose
you choose you lose, you lose

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Boogety boogety bang bang, nigga your brains
On the wood grain nigga
the trigga like 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 solo
Makin' up in my green, Posse my nigga
Gimme that forty glock and I'ma jump, 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 witness a
If a nigga believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car
To that ditch, I dumped all his bodyparts my trunk