Luyện nghe bài hát Body Work

[feat. J, Meek Mill & French Montana]

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

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

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

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

[Verse 4: Montana]
my lawyer all the crazy shit I ever did
Know we that KK sound
You know we not down
100 drum hold that doe
flash like Kodak, though
Straight cash nigga fuck that
Seven digits on 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... Peter (Soundview waddap)
Body work, chopper like a techno song
thou' a show, I just hope my nigga Max come home (Waveyyyy)
Money fast, diamonds like high beams
it rain in this bitch Hurricane Irene