Luyện nghe bài hát Body Work

[feat. Juicy J, Meek & French Montana]

1: Juicy J]
I got some killers so don't push me cause Juicy J be on Mob shit
Waitin by your door hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it no thang but to do it
Got a vest on, Got a gun that really do it
You is playin wid real niggas money
Get funny, one day you is the
Next day you're in the
Couldn't it one hundred
thirty-two percent
The got you on a leash nigga you is a bitch

Give yo' ass that body work nigga we
Ridin wid K nigga I ain't talking bout the Klan
This ain't no arcade, nigga so playing!
It's eat time, me and my buffet-ing
Give yo' ass work that we spraying
Ridin wid three K nigga I talking bout the clan
This ain't no arcade, so playing!
eat time, me and my niggas buffet-ing

[Verse 2: T]
You don't know about life nigga
Earnin all of these stripes
Kilograms, Peter Pans, Pack holders on nigga
Throwin bitches on nigga
They don't that they're dykes nigga
'Til the out and the bottles pouring
They're in the mix that like nigga
gold all on my wrist
This like devil piss
This daytona
Ya'll think I'm talking that devil
It's fifty racks no bezel
Like blood diamonds, rebel shit
It's more guns, more bodies
We call shots they
They fuck they owe prolly
fuckin with me nobody!
When the drawn they're so sorry
Sprayin now the Lord got em
out the barrel make your body jerk
Fuck Wid my and I'll hit you that body work!

[Verse 3: Meek
Bad bitches on nigga
Money respect nigga
Cop, cook, collect
You was never no nigga
be rap dissin
I catch niggas I check
goons wid me don't spit no verse
Just limo service dey stretch
'maro 2 S nigga
Couple on my neck nigga
Erytime them see me
Dey like Meek Milly you a nigga
2 gats no vest
Strapped up I'm a cowboy
tall like that Yao boy
Got a bad she 5"4
This gold roley on my wrist
prolly die for
Young that's on my strip
Will kill I say ride on
Tell them niggas call us if out of work
Cause we lifting weights but we don't do no body

4: French Montana]
Shout my lawyer all the crazy I ever did
Know we that KK sound
You know we not backin
100 drum hold that doe
Diamonds like Kodak, though
Straight cash fuck that loan
Seven digits on phone!
Money so long smoke a zo'
blood money tryna put my cause on!
Bitch I'm on fire, got my jaw
Sex, Money, Murder... Peter (Soundview waddap)
Body work, chopper like a techno song
Twenty a show, I just hope my nigga Max come home (Waveyyyy)
Money fast, diamonds flash like beams
Make it in this bitch Hurricane Irene