Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2

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

You better recognize you motherfuckin'
that 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 comes to the hood, I be like black haven zone
And when it comes to parts of the body, I got more than Auto
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like
Them people callin' it that smoke how much I like it

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

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

make me regularly, force me blood
I feed ya' hot lead 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

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

Several bodies in my trunk denyin'
Always high, and fuck you hatin' punks
stayin' on the top look at the Billboard Charts
Prophet Posse takin' over 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 killa my lyrics you scared to go to sleep
Sleepin' with the on, hoe you cautious of me

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

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

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

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

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

Ratta, tatta, is all you
To see you niggas comin' up in the
But watch the game 'cause you got no friends
Droopy Drew Dog self to the end

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

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

and packin' and takin' those fakin' ass bitches
That thinkin' that all of us is red instead while I drop track
I flack, I'm ready, I'm straight from very
To the motherfucka fall out on the floor see 6, it's on

Bitch every mud up in a source
I don't wanna a motherfucker, betta get a motherfucker
For talkin' that shit, uh, I don't wanna kill a
Betta get a motherfucker for my click, bitch

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

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

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