Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2 (Corrected)

Yeah, we back up in this mothafucka Prophet Posse hoe
Three 6 Mafia, M-Child a 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 you motherfuckin' suckas
Thinkin' that I'm for the 9-7 again, it's on
to pull 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 when it comes to parts of the body, I got than Auto zone
In the middle of fashion I got to it like 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 Teflon so take that bulletproof off
When they jump, I to put some murderin' punks
And then I dump all his bodyparts 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 them bloody clothes
Kill 'em though don't you know, I want to get rid of those faked up
It's the city of Memphis watch me witness how this unload

Rage make me regularly, force me
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 get with this?
Pimp type ass down with the Triple 6
My trunk or Viper Prophet Posse nothin' nicer
In this fuckin' body through the air 'cause we come to get it crunk

bodies in my trunk never denyin'
Always high, and fuck you hatin' punks
Always on the top look 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, you so so trill
You ain't no killa my leave you scared to go to sleep
with 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 meanin' click so
M-Child, Orange Mound, smokin' out night, bitch

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

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

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

time on the maximum, don't be a trick
To see them hats talk but they don't know the deal
Dope sella BHZ's 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 self 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
up with bullet lead, two to the head
Then I lay them in graves I dig just for them, yes it is

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

happy, nappy 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 us over I'm the first to bail

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

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

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

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

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