Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2 (Corrected)

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

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

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

Again it's up to him I to let some shots off
DJ Paul 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 terror from the end, I'll that body explode
If they retaliate I blast, I think about you won't find bloody clothes
'em though don't you know, I want to get rid of those faked up hoes
It's the city of Memphis watch me witness how nigga unload

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

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

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

I don't you why the fuck you all in my grill
I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, sayin' you so so
You no killa my lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep
with the lights on, hoe you cautious of me

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

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

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

Please don't test these murderers slugs I will 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, don't be a
To see them hats talk shit but they know the deal
Dope BHZ's where I dwell-ah
They looked into the barrel of my jet black

Ratta, tatta, is all you
To see you comin' up in the [unverified]
But watch the game 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 don't feel what I feel, then I fill
Them up bullet lead, two to the head
I lay them 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 grill you can feel this

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

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

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

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

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

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