Luyện nghe bài hát Body Work

[feat. Juicy J, Meek & French Montana]

1: Juicy J]
I got some killers so don't me cause Juicy J be on some Mob shit
Waitin by your door 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 really do it
You niggas is playin wid niggas money
Get funny, one day you is the
Next day in the dumpster
keep it one hundred
You're thirty-two
The police got you on a leash you is a bitch

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

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

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

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