Luyện nghe bài hát Body Work

[feat. Juicy J, Meek Mill & Montana]

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

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

[Verse 2: T]
You don't know about this nigga
Earnin all of these nigga
Kilograms, Pans, Pack holders on bikes nigga
Throwin on flights nigga
They don't know they're dykes nigga
the money's out and the bottles pouring
They're in the mix that like nigga
Rose all on my wrist
This rolex like devil
daytona illuminate
Ya'll think I'm that devil shit
It's racks no bezel shit
Like blood diamonds, rebel shit
more guns, it's more bodies
We call shots they
They fuck niggas they owe
Who's with me nobody!
the guns drawn they're so sorry
Sprayin now the Lord got em
Bullets out the barrel make your jerk
Fuck Wid my money and I'll hit you body work!

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

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