Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2 (Corrected)

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

You better you motherfuckin' suckas
Thinkin' that I'm for the 9-7 once again, on
Bout to pull yo' 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 smoke how I like it

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

Play, I'ma terror from the end, I'll watch that explode
If they I blast, I think about you won't find 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 drip like
I'm nuts, you got no crisp, you got no
You niggas from the start
I want to my fucking backyard with your bodyparts

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

Several bodies in my trunk never
Always high, and fuck you hatin' punks
Always on the top look at the Billboard Charts
Prophet Posse takin' over now we got you high

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

this here nigga will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel they don't feel what I feel, 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, puttin' bitches in there
Kaze in this motherfuck with Prophet click
Clack, boom, doom, for you and you realas
Mossberg slug to grill you can feel 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 smell it
And if them police us over I'm the first to bail

Jackin' and packin' and takin' those ass bitches
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 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 kill a motherfucker
Betta get a motherfucker for my click, bitch

Boogety bang bang, nigga blew your brains
On the wood grain nigga
Pullin' the trigga 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 burn
up in my green, Prophet Posse my nigga
Gimme that forty glock and I'ma jump, pullin' the

I see traitors lookin' at hats fakin' while we blast our gat
I don't know where 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