Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2 (Corrected)

Yeah, we back up in this mothafucka Prophet Posse hoe
6 Mafia, M-Child 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 bitch

You better you motherfuckin' suckas
Thinkin' that I'm for the 9-7 again, it's on
Bout to pull yo' motherfuckin' ass in
Woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woo

Now when they comes to the hood, I be 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 callin' it green that smoke how much I like it

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

Play, I'ma terror the end, I'll watch that 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 faked up hoes
It's the city of Memphis watch me witness how this nigga

make me regularly, force me blood
I feed ya' hot lead slugs and watch you like fudge
I'm nuts, you got no crisp, you got no
You niggas front from the
I want to fill my fucking with your bodyparts

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

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

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 my lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep
Sleepin' with the 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, Mound, smokin' out every night, bitch

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

Curve after curve I tryin' not to swerve
Knowin' by the hour I'll be up my bag of herbs
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 slugs I pump 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 game of
Now which, which one would you
you choose 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 sella BHZ's I dwell-ah
They looked into the barrel of my jet Barretta

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

Check this nigga will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel they don't feel what I feel, I fill
Them up 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 motherfuck down with Prophet click
Clack, boom, doom, for you hats and you
slug to your grill you can feel this

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

Jackin' and packin' and 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 very bone
To the motherfucka fall out on the see Triple 6, it's on

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

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

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

I see traitors at playa hats fakin' while we blast 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 that ditch, I dumped all his into my trunk