Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2 (Corrected)

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

You better recognize you suckas
that 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 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 of fashion I got to keep it like rockin'
Them people callin' it that smoke how much I like it

Again it's up to him I need to let some 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 bodyparts into my

Play, I'ma terror from the end, I'll watch that explode
If they retaliate I blast, I think 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 witness how this 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 niggas front the start
I want to fill my fucking backyard with bodyparts

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

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

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

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

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

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

Please don't test these slugs I will pump in to gut
Scan from the Klan Kaze I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk
Let's go ride then play a game what's the game, the of names
Now which, which one you choose
Whichever you you lose, you lose

First on the maximum, don't be a trick
To see them hats talk shit but they don't know the
Dope sella BHZ's where I
They 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 don't got no
Droopy Drew Dog made to the end

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

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

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

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

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

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

Motherfucker I'm K Roc, I dump the bodyparts my trunk
See me after Killa Klan, seein' that K Roc solo
up in my green, Prophet Posse my nigga
Gimme 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 at hey boy, I better witness a [unverified]
If a don't believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car
To that ditch, I dumped all his into my trunk