Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 3

Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Boy, Lil' Wyte, Chrome
Granddaddy Souf, J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the king of Memphis
'em up

Hypnotized minds, HCP, hypnotized camp
We finna do for all you thievin' ass
be us ass niggaz out there
Stealin' motherfucker, take ya fake on nigga keep it real nigga
Make this like we makin' it nigga, throw it down

Ain't never been a motherfuckin'
Hypnotized just to get that grip
Y'all niggaz talk 'cuz ya talk a bitch
Y'all niggaz 'cuz ya walk like a bitch

Now ain't that shit ya hatin' on this click
You gon' a nigga get up with cha kid
yo wig oh yes, I did
I you, you don't want it with a hard hitta kid

I done warned the glock spot to hit the locks
Hit a nigga for his spot
Took the rock was got that was the plot
Dodge the cops they it another closing shop

Open it up for closin' it up I give a fuck
On a daily basis I be it up
it up choppin' it to match it wit dub
Give us a club six tearin' it up

These niggaz misleaded throw the first blow
Leave a nigga shirt playin' getcha merked hoe
Chop it yeah, I hope folk money what I fo'
Paul and sent me gotta put you in the dirt bro

with the pistols is easy we can get you guys
Frayser boy or beezy it's the hypnotize
HCP them my folks got my eyes low
If you know what I run that shit to my doe

We back motherfucker we motherfuckers
If you in our way killaz attack motherfucker
But know ya'll done heard all that befo'
Y'all done seen the fo-fos and folks in ya doe

You done seen the pump bout to see a Chevy trunk
out next to the Mississippi river plumped
Duck tape hog wrong place wrong time
Hypnotized minds trick ya up off ya grind

All my muhfuckers you niggaz should already
I'm the and out the booth never been a hoe
Get yo ass flipped cut ya through the doe
You ain't know I'm a young rich nigga

Never been one of them old type niggaz
I'm a smart muhfucka ask my mama who me
A lotta niggaz mad 'cuz they know they fade me
I'm Carleone Paul and Juicy who pay me

Well it's ya boy call me Mr. Man
Fuckin' ya aunties ya nieces and ya
See I could give a fuck ya tossin' all ya tough talkin'
You like me nigga hit me in my mouth

Man don't talk about it be about it get cha point across
Candy ass nigga boy you softer than
Fight me or it 'cuz I ain't 'bout the spit boxin'
Hootin and like a cheerleader squadron

You can't be like me slangin' D 'cuz I'm ya
No competition the juice 'cuz it's curtains
It ain't nothin' but some pimps in this bizitch
That's why you and yo face lookin' pizzissed

flippin' cars ballin' out like to shizine
You stay questions how the hell them niggaz do that
We smoke the of dro while she down with some jack-jack
My eyes like the red still on the blue side

They locked me up just like 2Pac and I platinium
Laid it down for a calendar I'm right at 'em
Took my game then weighed it up on a beam
Niggaz rob, kill, steal for that ghetty green

U.S. marshal at my house want to kill me dead
Wanna see me in a pine box bullet in my
I'm was like, "I ain't did shit why you this?"
Ghetto know my rap songs they relate to this

I been doin' this too long to be strugglin' livin' like this
Fuckin' off with major slayed me like a bitch
And these got and ride on rolls it mean hoes
But still on the road free shows

Tryna get a few in a few spots
I growed up in the day I wouldn't use my glock
I hear a lotta shit on the radio
That's they record company wouldn't spend dough

Yeah, my label got a hook up MTV
But they just keep forgettin' to tell 'em me
They try to play like its love and it's
But all my marketin' goin' to, shh

Tear da club up was the first crunk fight
I made that in 92 a not long
That it took 10 million sold and we ain't on
That's why three 6 is the most unknowns