Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2 (Corrected)

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

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

Now they comes to the hood, I be like black haven zone
And when it comes to of the body, I got more than Auto zone
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like
Them people it green that smoke how much I like it

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

Play, I'ma terror the end, I'll watch that body explode
If retaliate I blast, I think about you won't find them bloody clothes
Kill 'em though don't you know, I to get rid of those faked up hoes
It's the city of Memphis watch me how this nigga unload

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

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

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

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

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

I met this dude last who said he slangin' double keys
Also had a hook up on some tall and some light ink
you think I was tryin' 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 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 test these murderers slugs I will pump in to gut
Scan from the Killa Klan Kaze I will dump your bodyparts my trunk
go ride then play a game what's the game, the game of names
Now which, which one you choose
Whichever you choose you lose, you

First time on the maximum, be a trick
To see hats talk shit but they don't know the deal
sella BHZ's where I dwell-ah
They looked into the of my jet black 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 I feel, then I fill
Them up bullet lead, two to the head
Then I lay them in graves that I dig for them, yes it is

Slammin' bones, throwin' licks, puttin' in there clicks
in this motherfuck down 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', stankin', I can smell it well
And if them police pull us over I'm the first to

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

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

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 Klan, seein' that K Roc solo burn
Makin' up in my green, Posse my nigga
Gimme that forty glock and I'ma jump, pullin' the

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