Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2 (Corrected)

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

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

Now when comes to the hood, I be like black haven zone
And when it comes to parts of the body, I got more than Auto
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like
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 that bulletproof off
When jump, I pump to put some murderin' punks
And then I dump all his into my trunk

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

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

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

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

I know 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 leave you scared to go to
with the lights on, hoe you cautious of me

Me and 80 mo' motherfuckas 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 said he slangin' double
Also had a hook up on tall and some light green ink
What you think I was tryin' to a robbin' spree
So I drove a low key car tryin' to fool the

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

Please don't these murderers slugs 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 would you
Whichever you choose you lose, you

First time on the maximum, be a trick
To see them hats shit but they don't know the deal
Dope sella where I dwell-ah
looked 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 got no friends
Droopy Drew Dog self to the end

Check this here nigga will, rob and steal, mob and
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 clicks
in this motherfuck down with Prophet click
Clack, boom, doom, for you and you realas
Mossberg slug to your you can feel this

Trigger happy, headed, set it don't 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 takin' those fakin' ass
That thinkin' that all of us is red instead while I drop this
I flack, I'm ready, I'm straight from very
To the motherfucka out on the floor see Triple 6, it's on

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

Boogety boogety bang bang, blew your brains
On the motherfuckin' wood grain
Pullin' the like uh die nigga, uh die nigga

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

I see traitors lookin' at playa hats fakin' 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, tricks in front of the car
To that ditch, I dumped all his bodyparts my trunk