Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2 (Corrected)

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

You recognize you motherfuckin' suckas
that I'm for the 9-7 once again, it's on
Bout to 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 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

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

Play, I'ma terror from the end, I'll watch that body
If they retaliate I blast, I think 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 me witness how this nigga unload

make me regularly, force me blood
I feed ya' hot lead slugs and watch you drip fudge
I'm nuts, you got no crisp, you got no
You niggas front the start
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' parts through the air 'cause we come to get it crunk

Several in my trunk never denyin'
Always high, and fuck you hatin' punks
Always stayin' on the top look at the Charts
Prophet takin' over 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, you so so trill
You ain't no killa my leave you scared to go to sleep
Sleepin' with the on, hoe you cautious of me

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

I met this dude 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 a robbin' spree
So I drove a low key car tryin' to fool the

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

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

First time on the maximum, don't be a
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 Barretta

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

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

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

happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me
Project Pat is down but ain't no fuckin' damn 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' fakin' ass bitches
That thinkin' that all of us is red instead while I this track
I flack, I'm ready, I'm straight from bone
To the motherfucka out on the floor see Triple 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 wanna kill a motherfucker
Betta get a for crossin' my click, bitch

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

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

I see traitors lookin' at 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 me, tricks afraid in front of the car
To that ditch, I dumped all his bodyparts my trunk