Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2 (Corrected)

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

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

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

Again up to him I need to let some shots off
It's DJ Paul with Teflon so take that off
When jump, I pump 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 they retaliate I blast, I think about you won't find them clothes
Kill 'em though don't you know, I want to get rid of those up hoes
It's the city of watch me witness how this nigga unload

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

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

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

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

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

I met this dude last week who said he slangin' keys
had a hook 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 I return tryin' not to swerve
Knowin' by the hour 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

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

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

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

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

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

Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it 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 police pull us over I'm the first to bail

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

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

boogety bang bang, nigga blew your brains
On the motherfuckin' grain nigga
Pullin' the trigga 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, Posse my nigga
Gimme that forty glock and I'ma jump, pullin' the

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 don't believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car
To that ditch, I all his bodyparts into my trunk