Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2 (Corrected)

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

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

Play, terror from the end, I'll watch that body explode
If they I blast, I think about 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 witness how nigga unload

Rage make me regularly, me blood
I feed ya' hot lead 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 your

Wuss up mista trick do you wanna get with
Pimp type ass bitch with the Triple 6
My Lexus trunk or 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 you playa hatin' punks
Always stayin' on the top look at the Billboard
Prophet Posse takin' over nigga now we got you

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' with the lights on, hoe you of me

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

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

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

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

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

Check here nigga will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel they feel what I feel, then I fill
Them up with lead, two to the head
Then I lay them in that I dig just for them, yes it is

bones, throwin' licks, puttin' 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 this

Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it you see me
Pat is down 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 to bail

Jackin' and and takin' those fakin' ass bitches
thinkin' that all of us is red instead while I drop this track
I flack, I'm ready, I'm straight very bone
To the motherfucka fall out on the see Triple 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 a motherfucker
get a motherfucker for crossin' my click, bitch

Boogety bang 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 into my trunk
See me Killa Klan, seein' that K Roc solo burn
up in my green, Prophet Posse my nigga
Gimme forty glock and I'ma jump, pullin' the trigger

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