Luyện nghe bài hát Body Work

[feat. J, Meek Mill & French Montana]

1: Juicy J]
I got some killers so don't push me Juicy 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 vest on, Got a gun that could do it
You niggas is playin wid real niggas
Get funny, one day you is the
Next day 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
Give yo' ass work that we spraying
Ridin wid three K nigga I ain't talking bout the
This ain't no arcade, so playing!
eat time, me and my niggas buffet-ing

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

[Verse 3: Mill]
Bad bitches on deck
power respect nigga
Cop, cook, collect
You was no threat nigga
be rap dissin
I niggas I check niggas
These goons wid me don't spit no
Just limo dey stretch niggas
'maro 2 S nigga
Couple birds on my neck
Erytime them see me
Dey Meek Milly you a mess nigga
2 gats no vest
Strapped up like I'm a
Stand tall like Yao boy
Got a bad she 5"4
This gold roley that's on my
prolly die for
Young boys that's on my
Will anything I say ride 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]
Shout my lawyer all the crazy I ever did
Know we love KK sound
You we not backin down
100 like hold that doe
Diamonds like Kodak, though
Straight cash fuck that loan
Seven on that phone!
Money so smoke a whole zo'
Getting blood money put my cause on!
Bitch I'm on fire, got my jaw
Sex, Money, Murder... Rollack (Soundview waddap)
work, chopper work like a techno song
Twenty thou' a show, I hope my nigga Max come home (Waveyyyy)
fast, diamonds flash like high beams
Make it rain in this bitch Hurricane