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 your infant
Show y'all ass niggaz
I'm city's Sargeant Slaughter
Guaranteed to get more cut a barber
I I'll drill your heifer like Black & Decker
This pussy wrecker and water couldn't get it wetter
I'm guaranteed to leave her swiss cheese for cheddar
I a fuck, suede bucks and Coogi sweaters
up? Whatever sable fur to lamb leather
I've seen it all in the trap with caps for cold weather
And creased denim threats delivered I send 'em
Nigga know I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my
Deliver my quick, who next on my shit list
niggaz need to split
Quit with this thorough Atlanta click
This here is Slum we make your terrific shit tragic
My pen and pixel violence more graphic
I take raw coke, cook it crack, saran it
One verse and it's already a classic(x2)
Mike nigga!

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

My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, to it drop
Like cereal in your breakfast just jumpin' off the top
A nigga don't stop for or octagons prepare
I'm not the one you scared, the Piccolo Pimp set up shop
you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin tweeters
And woofers and be blowing purple wit' my feet up
I'mma eat up anybody who tests this, I'm wit'
Super human powers, poke your in, the next of kin
Gone be the first one some Mexicans to buck
Nigga you like a truck in red dirt, you's in church
And I'm the speakin' while ya tweakin'
The preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being, breathin'
You're not, clock 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 fate
It's too late, you hate, you hate
too late, 'cause you hate
Punk ass bitch, game over, who want some?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

A you want come dis
you know you nuh fit
You better move you
me start trip
Nuff a them a talk
Nuff a them a
Nuff a them come in like a
Whey wear
A me name an' me already Chris
A me spar 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' a remix
Brand new platinum hits
We nah gon' run and switch no bitch
OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer