Luyện nghe bài hát Snappin' & Trappin'

Our don't mix like llao and lukewarm water
Better it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up
I oughta duct tape infant daughter
Show soldier ass niggaz
I'm murder city's Sargeant
Guaranteed to get more cut than a
I betcha I'll drill your heifer like Black &
This wrecker and white water couldn't get it wetter
I'm guaranteed to leave her swiss cheese for 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 fitted for cold weather
And creased denim delivered when I send 'em
Nigga know I, my shit, overnight express my shit
Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit
Banana need to split
fucking with this thorough Atlanta click
This here is Slum Lordz we make terrific shit tragic
My pen and pixel make violence more
I take raw coke, it crack, saran wrap it
One muthafuckin' and it's already a classic(x2)
Mike nigga!

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

My got that boom, boom in it, listen to it drop
Like in your breakfast bowl just jumpin' off the top
A nigga don't stop for squares or octagons
I'm not the one you scared, the Pimp done set up shop
you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin tweeters
And woofers and pussies be purple wit' my feet up
I'mma eat up who tests this, I'm blessed wit'
Super human powers, poke chest in, the next of kin
be the first one like some Mexicans to buck
Nigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt, 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 of your life
Your brother fuckin' 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 pussy ass bitch, game over, who some?!

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

Roll my thick, like I like my bitch
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

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

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

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

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

A whey you want dis
you know you nuh fit
You better move you
Before me trip
Nuff a a talk OutKast
Nuff a them a
Nuff a them come in 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 knaw go miss
Gun shot a go teck you just like
Boy me song an' thought a remix
Brand new platinum hits
We nah gon' run and switch no bitch
OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer