Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2

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

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

Now when they comes to the hood, I be like black zone
And when it comes to of the body, I got more than Auto zone
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it rockin'
Them people callin' it green smoke how much I like it

Again it's up to him I to let some shots off
It's DJ with Teflon so take that bulletproof off
When they jump, I pump to put murderin' punks
And then I dump all his bodyparts my trunk

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

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

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

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

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

Me and about 80 mo' motherfuckas who
4 and 5 deep while your bitch ass runnin'
We be the Prophet, devilish, and click so tight
M-Child, Orange Mound, out every night, bitch

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

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

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

time on the maximum, don't be a trick
To see them hats talk shit but don't know the deal
Dope sella BHZ's where I
They looked the barrel of my jet black Barretta

Ratta, tatta, is all you
To see you niggas comin' up in the
But watch the game you don't got no friends
Droopy Drew Dog made to the end

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

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

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

Jackin' and packin' and those fakin' ass bitches
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 kill a motherfucker, betta get a
For that shit, uh, I don't wanna kill a motherfucker
get a motherfucker for crossin' my click, bitch

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

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

I see traitors lookin' at playa fakin' while we blast our gat
I don't know where you're at hey boy, I better a [unverified]
If a nigga don't believe me, tricks afraid in of the car
To that ditch, I dumped all his into my trunk