Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2 (Corrected)

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

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 comes to the hood, I be like black zone
And it comes to parts of the body, I got more than 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 to let some shots off
It's DJ Paul 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 that explode
If they retaliate I blast, I think you won't find them bloody clothes
'em though don't you know, I want to get rid of those 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 from the start
I want to fill my fucking backyard your bodyparts

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

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

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 to go to sleep
Sleepin' the lights on, hoe you cautious of me

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

I met this dude last week who said he double keys
Also had a hook up on some and some light green ink
What you think I was tryin' to plan a robbin'
So I drove a low key car 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 kinds a
'Till the nigga his car to the side and stopped the run

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

First on the maximum, don't be a trick
To see them hats talk shit but they 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 up in the [unverified]
But watch the game 'cause you don't got no
Droopy Drew Dog self to the end

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

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

happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me
Project Pat is down but ain't no fuckin' damn 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 ass bitches
That thinkin' that all of us is red instead while I drop this
I flack, I'm ready, I'm straight from very
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, get a motherfucker
For talkin' that shit, uh, I don't wanna a motherfucker
Betta get a for crossin' my click, bitch

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

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

I see traitors lookin' at playa hats fakin' while we our gat
I know 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 that ditch, I dumped all his into my trunk