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 your infant
y'all soldier ass niggaz
I'm city's Sargeant Slaughter
to get more cut than 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 fitted caps for cold weather
And creased denim threats delivered I send 'em
know I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my shit
Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit
niggaz need to split
Quit fucking this thorough Atlanta click
here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific shit tragic
My pen and pixel make violence more
I take raw coke, cook it crack, saran it
One verse and it's already a classic(x2)
Killer nigga!

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

My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, listen to it
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
Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin
And woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit' my up
I'mma eat up anybody who tests this, I'm wit'
Super human powers, poke chest in, the next of kin
Gone be the 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, your clock stop, and now you're in a pretty box
And now pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty parts of life
brother fuckin' your damn wife
You for the pearly white gates, but you realize your fate
too late, 'cause 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 is over k.b. baby 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 game is over k.b. baby you
quit the contemplating cause
I'll box you in your mouth

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

Mike gonna calm down, things gonna get a little crazy
Ol' girl might yell G, you might as well 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, what you hollering about
But fuck that, I'm for love all in her mouth
Need her to up jism, like school lunches
Need her to take cat beatings and throw

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

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

A you want come dis
When you you nuh fit
You better you bombo
Before me 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 like fits
Boy hear me an' thought a remix
Brand new tune platinum
We nah gon' run and like no bitch
OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer