Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2 (Corrected)

Yeah, we back up in this mothafucka motherfuckin' Posse hoe
6 Mafia, M-Child a whole bunch of mothafuckas
And ready to do this shit you wanna 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 they to the hood, I be like black haven zone
And when it comes to of the body, I got more than Auto zone
In the middle of fashion I got to it like rockin'
Them people callin' it that smoke how much I like it

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

Play, terror from the end, I'll watch that body explode
If they retaliate I blast, I think you won't find them bloody clothes
Kill 'em though don't you know, I want to get rid of those up hoes
It's the city of Memphis watch me 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 front from the start
I want to fill my fucking backyard with bodyparts

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

Several bodies in my never denyin'
Always high, and fuck you playa punks
Always stayin' on the top at the Billboard Charts
Prophet Posse over nigga now we got you high

I don't you why the fuck you all in my grill
I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, you so so trill
You ain't no killa my leave you scared to go to sleep
Sleepin' the lights on, hoe you cautious of me

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

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

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

Please don't test these murderers slugs I pump in to gut
Scan from the Klan Kaze I will 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 you choose
Whichever you choose you lose, you

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

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

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

bones, throwin' licks, puttin' bitches in there clicks
Kaze in this motherfuck down with Prophet
Clack, boom, doom, for you hats and you
Mossberg to your grill you can feel 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 fakin' ass
That thinkin' that all of us is red while I drop this track
I flack, I'm ready, I'm from very bone
To the fall out on the floor see Triple 6, it's on

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

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

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

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