Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2 (Corrected)

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

You recognize you motherfuckin' suckas
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 comes to the hood, I be like black 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 like
Them people callin' it green smoke how much I like it

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

Play, I'ma terror from the end, I'll watch body explode
If they I blast, I think about you won't find them bloody clothes
Kill 'em though don't you know, I 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 drip like
I'm nuts, you got no crisp, you got no
You front from the start
I want to fill my fucking backyard with your

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

Several in my trunk never denyin'
Always high, and you playa hatin' punks
Always stayin' on the top look at the Charts
Prophet Posse takin' over nigga now we got you

I don't know you why the you all in my grill
I'm stackin' on you niggas, sayin' you so so trill
You ain't no my lyrics leave you scared 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 while bitch 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 slangin' double
Also had a hook up on 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 I return tryin' not to swerve
by the hour I'll be choppin' up my bag of herbs
Plus a pure herb, AK's, all a guns
the nigga pulled his car to the side and stopped 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 play a game what's the game, the game 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 hats talk shit but they don't know the deal
Dope sella BHZ's I dwell-ah
They looked into the barrel of my jet Barretta

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

Check here nigga will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel don't feel 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, bitches in there clicks
Kaze in this motherfuck down Prophet click
Clack, boom, doom, for you hats and you
slug to your grill you can feel this

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

Jackin' and packin' and takin' those fakin' ass
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

Bitch every mud up in a bone
I don't wanna a motherfucker, betta get a motherfucker
For talkin' shit, uh, I don't wanna kill a motherfucker
get a motherfucker for crossin' my click, bitch

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

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 forty glock and I'ma jump, pullin' the trigger

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