Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 4

(DJ Paul)
Crunchy Blac, Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil Wyte, Chrome,
Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the King of Memphis
'em up

(Hook)
Kill 'em and rob 'em and 'em and
all these body parts into my trunk

(DJ Paul)
Hypnotized Minds! HCP! Camp Posse!
We finna do this for all you ass wanna be us ass niggaz out there!
Stealin motherfucker! Take ya fake on nigga keep it real nigga
Make this money like we makin it nigga! it down!

(Crunchy Blac)
Ain't never been a motherfuckin
Hypnotized here just to get grip
Yall niggaz talk cuz ya like a bitch
Yall niggaz walk cuz ya walk a bitch
Now that some shit ya hatin on this click
You gon make a nigga get up wit cha
yo wig oh yes I did
I told you you don't want it with a Hard kid!

(Boogie Mane)
I done warned the spot to spot hit the locks
Hit a for his stash spot
Took the rock nigga was got that was the
dodge the cops they labeled it another shop
Open it up for it up I don't give a fuck
On a basis I be postin it up
it up choppin it to match it wit dub
Give us a club Six tearin it up

(Frayser Boy)
These niggaz misleaded throw the first blow
Leave a nigga soaked playin get cha merked ho
Chop it yeah I hope folk what I work fo
& Juicy sent me gotta put cha in the dirt bro
Comin wit the pistols is we can get you guys
Frayser Boy Bizzle or its the Hypnotize
HCP them my folks weed got my low
If you know what I know run that to my doe

(Lil Wyte)
We back motherfucker we motherfuckers
If you step in our way killaz attack
But yall know yall done heard all befo
Yall done seen the Fo-fos and folks in ya doe
You done seen the gauge pump to see a Chevy trunk
Lights out next to the River plumped up
Tape hog tied wrong place time
Hypnotized Minds trick knocked ya up off ya

(Lil Chrome)
All my muhfuckers you niggaz should already
I'm the truth and out the booth been a ho
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 muhfucker ask my mama who me
A lotta niggaz mad cuz they they can't fade me
I'm Chrome Paul & Juicy who pay me

(Granddaddy Souf)
its ya boy Grandaddy (Souf) call me Mr. Man
Fuckin all ya aunties ya and ya mammies
See I give a fuck about 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 across then
Candy ass nigga boy you softer cotton
Fight me or squash it cuz I ain't the spit boxin
Hootin and hollerin like a squadron

(Juicy J)
You can't be like me D cuz I'm hurtin ya
No competition with the cuz its curtains
It ain't nothin shakin but some pimps in bizitch
why you muggin and yo face lookin pizzissed
Stay cars ballin out like to shizine
You stay askin how the hell them niggaz do that
We smoke the best of dro while she wit some Jack-Jack
My like the red carpet still on the blue side

(Project Pat)
They locked me up like 2Pac and I went plat-ti-num
Laid it down for a calendar I'm back at them
Took my game weighed it up on a triple beam
Niggaz rob kill steal for the green
U.S. Marshal at my house want to kill me dead
Wanna see me in a pine box in my head
I'm was like "I ain't did shit why you this?"
Ghetto thugs know my rap songs relate to this

(DJ Paul)
I been doin this too long to still be strugglin livin this
Fuckin off with major labels slayed me like a
And got cheese and ride on Rolls it mean hoes
But on the road doin 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 corny shit on the radio
Thats they record company wouldn't spend dough
Yeah my label got a up wit MTV
But they just keep forgettin to 'em bout me
They try to play like it's love and its
But all my marketing dollars goin to
Tear Da Club Up was the first fight song
I that in 92 a lil not long
That it took 10 sold and we still ain't on
why Three 6 is the MOst Known Unknowns...