Luyện nghe bài hát Body Work

[feat. Juicy J, Meek Mill & French

1: Juicy J]
I got some killers so don't push me cause J be on some Mob shit
Waitin by your door hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it no thang but to do it
Got a on, Got a gun that could really do it
You niggas is playin wid real money
Get funny, one day you is the
Next day you're in the
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 no arcade, nigga so quit playing!
eat time, me and my niggas buffet-ing
Give yo' ass body work we spraying
Ridin wid three K nigga I talking bout the clan
ain't no arcade, so quit playing!
It's eat time, me and my buffet-ing

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

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

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