Luyện nghe bài hát Bodyparts 2 (Corrected)

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

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

Again it's up to him I need to let some off
DJ Paul with Teflon so take that 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 about you find them bloody clothes
Kill 'em though don't you know, I want to get rid of faked up hoes
It's the of Memphis watch me witness how this nigga unload

Rage make me regularly, force me
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 with your bodyparts

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

Several bodies in my trunk never
high, and fuck you playa hatin' punks
Always stayin' on the top look at the Charts
Prophet takin' over nigga 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 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 your bitch ass runnin'
We be the Prophet, devilish, and click so tight
M-Child, Mound, smokin' out every night, bitch

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

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

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

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

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

Check this here nigga will, rob and steal, mob and
And it feel they feel what I feel, then I fill
Them up with 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 this motherfuck down with Prophet
Clack, boom, doom, for you hats and you
Mossberg slug to grill you can feel this

Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it you see me
Project Pat is down but no fuckin' damn fool we
Ridin', drinkin', dankin', bodies stankin', I can smell it
And if them police pull us I'm the first to bail

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

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

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

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

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