Luyện nghe bài hát Snappin' & Trappin'

Our shit don't mix like llao and water
Better it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up
I oughta duct tape infant daughter
Show y'all soldier ass
I'm murder city's Slaughter
to get more cut than a barber
I betcha I'll drill your heifer like & Decker
pussy wrecker and white water couldn't get it wetter
I'm guaranteed to leave her swiss for more cheddar
I a fuck, suede bucks and Coogi sweaters
What's up? sable fur to lamb leather
I've seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold
And creased denim threats delivered when I 'em
Nigga know I, FedEx my shit, overnight my shit
Deliver my hits quick, who next on my list
Banana niggaz need to
Quit fucking this thorough Atlanta click
This here is Slum Lordz we make your shit tragic
My pen and pixel violence more graphic
I take raw coke, it crack, saran wrap it
One muthafuckin' and it's already a classic(x2)
Killer nigga!

Don't you be looking at me crazy ya want to
The game is k.b. baby won't you
quit the contemplating cause
I'll box you in your muthafuckin
Don't you be looking at me crazy ya want to
The game is over k.b. won't you
Just quit the contemplating
I'll box you in your muthafuckin

My got that boom, boom in it, listen to it drop
Like cereal in breakfast bowl just jumpin' off the top
A nigga stop for squares or octagons prepare
I'm not the one you scared, the Piccolo Pimp set up shop
Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm poppin tweeters
And woofers and pussies be blowing wit' my feet up
I'mma eat up anybody who tests this, I'm blessed
Super human powers, poke your in, the next of kin
Gone be the first one like Mexicans to buck
Nigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt, you's in
And I'm the deacon while ya tweakin'
The preacher preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being,
You're not, your stop, and now you're laying in a pretty box
And now pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty parts of your
Your fuckin' your damn wife
You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize your
It's too late, you hate, you hate
It's too late, 'cause you
pussy ass bitch, game over, who want some?!

Don't you be looking at me crazy ya want to
The game is over k.b. won't you
quit the contemplating cause
I'll box you in muthafuckin mouth
you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The is over k.b. baby won't you
Just quit the cause
box you in your muthafuckin mouth

Roll my blunts thick, like I my bitch
my blunts and spit, like she do my dick
Attempted dick, for ways I choke chicks
Spit it in her eye make it hard to

Killer Mike gonna down, things gonna get a little crazy
Ol' girl might yell rape G, you might as well give her a throat
Goop goobler, goop gravy, no dicking her to the ground
Now you the Dirty South, know what I'm talkin' about

Big Boi, my mentor, what you hollering about
But that, I'm looking for love all in her mouth
Need her to up jism, like school lunches
her to take cat beatings and throw punches

Like a swarm of locusts, no
You wanna approach us, and vultures
We two of the dopest mic
Stack big bank, honey
Even rollers, I'm trying to told ya
Even loving, lavish, ladies, leaving,
Of Lemon-lime, lip on your lavender lapels
Leaping lizards, keep me slizzard, my expanding
Readily rappin' and snappin', and trappin'
just what's happening

Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya to
The game is over k.b. baby you
Just the contemplating cause
I'll box you in your muthafuckin
Don't you be looking at me like ya want to
The is over k.b. baby won't you
Just quit the cause
I'll box you in muthafuckin mouth

A you want come dis
you know you nuh fit
You better move you
me start trip
Nuff a a talk OutKast
a them a trip
Nuff a them come in a bitch
Whey wear
A me name an' me already Chris
A me spar wid
So boy nuh try dis
If you dis boy knaw go miss
Gun shot a go teck you just fits
Boy me song an' thought a remix
Brand new tune hits
We nah run and switch like no bitch
OutKast, J-Sweet, Mike