Luyện nghe bài hát Snappin' & Trappin'

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

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

My Cadillac got that boom, in it, listen to it drop
Like cereal in your breakfast bowl just off the top
A nigga don't stop for squares or octagons
I'm not the one you scared, the Piccolo Pimp done set up
you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin tweeters
And woofers and pussies be blowing wit' my feet up
eat up anybody who tests this, I'm blessed wit'
Super human powers, poke your chest in, the of kin
Gone be the first one like some Mexicans to
Nigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt, you's in
And I'm the deacon while ya tweakin'
The preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being, breathin'
You're not, your clock stop, and now you're in a pretty box
And now pastor is only talking 'bout the parts of your life
brother fuckin' your damn wife
You look for the white gates, but you realize your fate
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 like ya to
The game is k.b. baby won't you
Just quit the contemplating
I'll box you in muthafuckin mouth
Don't you be looking at me crazy ya want to
The is over k.b. baby won't you
Just quit the cause
I'll box you in your mouth

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

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

Big Boi, my mentor, hear you hollering about
But fuck that, I'm looking for love all in her
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, buzzards and
We two of the mic controllers
Stack big bank, folders
Even wit' rollers, I'm trying to ya
Even loving, lavish, ladies, leaving,
Of Lemon-lime, lip gloss on your lavender
Leaping lizards, keep me slizzard, my expanding
Readily rappin' and snappin', snappin' and
That's just what's

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

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