Luyện nghe bài hát Snappin' & Trappin'

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

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

My Cadillac got that boom, in it, listen to it drop
cereal in your breakfast bowl just jumpin' off the top
A don't stop for squares or octagons prepare
I'm not the one you scared, the Piccolo done set up shop
Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin
And woofers and pussies be blowing purple 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 some Mexicans to buck
you stuck like a truck in red dirt, you's in church
And I'm the deacon while ya tweakin'
The preacher preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being,
You're not, your clock stop, and now you're laying in a box
And now pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty of your life
Your brother your damn wife
You look for the pearly white gates, but you your fate
too late, 'cause you hate, you hate
It's too late, you hate
Punk pussy ass bitch, game over, who some?!

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

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

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

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

a swarm of locusts, no hocus-pocus
You wanna approach us, buzzards and
We two of the mic controllers
Stack big bank, folders
Even rollers, I'm trying to told ya
Even loving, lavish, ladies, leaving,
Of Lemon-lime, lip gloss on your lavender
Leaping lizards, me slizzard, my mind's expanding
Readily and snappin', snappin' and trappin'
That's what's happening

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

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