Luyện nghe bài hát Body Parts 4

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

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

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

(Crunchy Blac)
Ain't never been a motherfuckin
Hypnotized just to get that grip
Yall niggaz talk cuz ya talk like a
Yall niggaz walk cuz ya walk a bitch
Now aint that some shit ya 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 the glock spot to spot hit the locks
Hit a nigga for his stash
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
Smokin it up choppin it to it wit dub
us a club Six mane tearin it up

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

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

(Lil Chrome)
All my you niggaz should already know
I'm the and out the booth never been a ho
Get yo ass flipped cut ya through the doe
You ain't I'm a young rich gangsta nigga
Never one of them old type wanksta niggaz
I'm a smart ask my mama who made me
A lotta niggaz mad cuz they know can't fade me
I'm Carleone Paul & Juicy who pay me

(Granddaddy Souf)
Well its ya boy (Souf) call me Mr. Man
Fuckin all ya ya nieces and ya mammies
See I could a fuck about ya tossin all ya tough talkin
You don't me nigga hit me in my mouth
Man don't talk about it be about it get cha point then
Candy ass nigga boy you softer than
Fight me or squash it cuz I bout the spit boxin
Hootin and hollerin like a cheerleader

(Juicy J)
You can't be me slangin D cuz I'm hurtin ya
No competition with the cuz its curtains
It ain't shakin but some pimps in this bizitch
Thats why you and yo face lookin pizzissed
Stay bflippin cars ballin out like to
You stay askin questions how the hell 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 just 2Pac and I went plat-ti-num
Laid it down for a I'm right back at them
Took my game then it up on a triple beam
Niggaz rob kill steal for the green
U.S. Marshal at my folks house want to me dead
Wanna see me in a pine box in my head
I'm was "I ain't did shit why you hatin this?"
Ghetto thugs know my rap they relate to this

(DJ Paul)
I doin this too long to still be strugglin livin like this
off with major labels slayed me like a bitch
And these got cheese and on Rolls it mean hoes
But still on the doin free shows
Tryna get a few in a few spots
I up back in the day I wouldn't use my glock
I hear a lotta shit on the radio
Thats because they record wouldn't spend dough
my label got a hook up wit MTV
But they just keep forgettin to 'em bout me
They try to play like love and its family
But all my marketing goin to {****}
Tear Da Club Up was the first Crunk fight
I made that in 92 a lil not
That it took 10 sold and we still ain't on
That's why Three 6 is the MOst Unknowns...