Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2

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

You better recognize you suckas
Thinkin' that I'm for the 9-7 once again, 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 to parts 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 need to let some off
It's DJ Paul with Teflon so take that off
When they jump, I to put some murderin' punks
And I dump all his bodyparts into my trunk

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

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

Wuss up mista trick do you get with 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

Several bodies in my trunk denyin'
Always high, and fuck you playa hatin'
Always stayin' on the top look at the Billboard
Prophet Posse takin' over nigga now we got you

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 killa my lyrics leave you to go to sleep
Sleepin' with the on, hoe you cautious of me

Me and 80 mo' motherfuckas who comin'
4 and 5 vans deep while your 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' double
Also had a hook up on some tall and some light ink
What you think I was tryin' to a robbin' spree
So I drove a low key car tryin' to fool the

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

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

First time on the maximum, be a trick
To see them hats shit but they don't know the deal
sella BHZ's where I dwell-ah
They looked into the of my jet black Barretta

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

Check this nigga will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel they don't feel what I feel, 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, puttin' bitches in clicks
Kaze in this motherfuck down Prophet click
Clack, boom, doom, for you hats and you
Mossberg to your grill you can feel this

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

Jackin' and packin' and takin' those fakin' ass
thinkin' that 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 see Triple 6, it's on

every mud up in a source bone
I wanna kill a motherfucker, betta get a motherfucker
For talkin' 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 wood grain nigga
the trigga like uh die nigga, uh die nigga

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

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