Luyện nghe bài hát Body Work

[feat. J, Meek Mill & French Montana]

1: Juicy J]
I got killers so don't push me cause Juicy J be on some Mob shit
Waitin by your step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no but to do it
Got a vest on, Got a gun 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 percent
The got you on a leash nigga you is a bitch

Give yo' ass that body nigga we spraying
Ridin wid K nigga I ain't talking bout the Klan
This ain't no arcade, nigga so playing!
eat time, me and my niggas buffet-ing
Give yo' ass work that we spraying
Ridin wid three K nigga I ain't 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 life nigga
Earnin all of these stripes
Kilograms, Pans, Pack holders on bikes nigga
bitches on flights nigga
They don't that they're dykes nigga
'Til the money's out and the pouring
They're in the mix they like nigga
Rose gold all on my
This rolex like devil
This daytona
Ya'll think I'm talking devil shit
It's fifty no bezel shit
blood diamonds, it's rebel shit
It's more guns, more bodies
We call shots they
They 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 body jerk
Fuck Wid my and I'll hit you that body work!

[Verse 3: Meek
Bad on deck nigga
Money power respect
Cop, cook, nigga
You was no threat nigga
be rap dissin
I catch niggas I check
These goons wid me don't spit no
Just service dey stretch niggas
'maro 2 S nigga
Couple birds on my neck
them hoes see me
Dey Meek Milly you a mess nigga
2 gats no vest
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
kill anything I say ride on
Tell niggas call us if they're out of work
we lifting weights but we don't do no body work

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