Luyện nghe bài hát Body Work

[feat. J, Meek Mill & French Montana]

1: Juicy J]
I got some so don't push me cause Juicy J be on some Mob shit
by your door step 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 niggas is playin wid real niggas
Get funny, one day you is the
day you're in the dumpster
Couldn't it one hundred
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 three K nigga I ain't talking bout the
ain't no arcade, nigga so quit playing!
It's eat time, me and my buffet-ing
yo' ass body work that we spraying
Ridin wid 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 know about this life nigga
Earnin all of stripes nigga
Kilograms, Peter Pans, Pack on bikes nigga
bitches on flights nigga
They don't know that they're nigga
'Til the money's out and the bottles
They're in the mix that they nigga
gold all on my wrist
This rolex like piss
This daytona
Ya'll think I'm talking devil shit
It's fifty racks no shit
Like blood diamonds, it's shit
It's more guns, it's more
We call shots nobody
They fuck niggas owe prolly
Who's with me nobody!
When the guns drawn they're so
Sprayin now the Lord got em
Bullets out the barrel make your jerk
Fuck Wid my money and hit you that body work!

[Verse 3: Meek
Bad on deck nigga
Money power respect
Cop, cook, collect
You was no threat nigga
Erybody be rap
I catch niggas I niggas
These wid me don't spit no verse
limo service dey stretch niggas
Black 'maro 2 S
Couple on my neck nigga
them hoes see me
Dey like Milly you a mess nigga
2 no vest nigga
up like I'm a cowboy
Stand tall like Yao boy
Got a bad she 5"4
This gold roley that's on my
prolly die for
Young that's on my strip
Will kill anything I say on
them niggas call us if they're out of work
Cause we lifting weights but we don't do no body

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