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 wanna a hoe
Then wait until you're back when the gone bitch

You better you motherfuckin' suckas
Thinkin' I'm for the 9-7 once 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 haven zone
And when it comes to parts of the body, I got more than zone
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like
Them people it green that smoke how much I like it

Again it's up to him I to let some shots 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, I'ma terror from the end, I'll watch body explode
If they retaliate I blast, I think about you find them bloody clothes
Kill 'em though don't you know, I want to get rid of those up hoes
the city of Memphis watch me witness how this nigga unload

Rage make me regularly, force me
I feed ya' hot 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 backyard with 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 nicer
In this fuckin' body through the air 'cause we come to get it crunk

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

I don't know you why the you all in my grill
I'm stackin' on you niggas, sayin' you so so trill
You no killa my lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep
Sleepin' with the on, hoe you cautious of me

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

I met dude last week who said 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 to fool the streets

Curve after I return tryin' 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 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, one would you choose
Whichever you you lose, you lose

First time on the maximum, be a trick
To see them hats shit but they don't know the deal
Dope BHZ's 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 game 'cause you got no friends
Droopy Drew Dog made to the end

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

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

Trigger happy, headed, set it don't you see me
Project Pat is down but no fuckin' damn fool we
Ridin', drinkin', dankin', bodies stankin', I can smell it
And if them police pull us I'm the first to bail

and packin' and takin' those fakin' ass bitches
That thinkin' that all of us is red instead while I this track
I flack, I'm ready, I'm straight from very
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
Betta get a motherfucker for my click, bitch

Boogety boogety bang bang, nigga 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 after Killa Klan, seein' that K Roc burn
up in my green, Prophet Posse my nigga
Gimme that forty glock and jump, pullin' the trigger

I see lookin' at playa 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 bodyparts my trunk