Luyện nghe bài hát Snappin' & Trappin'

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

Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya to
The game is over k.b. won't you
quit the contemplating cause
I'll box you in your mouth
you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The is over k.b. baby won't you
Just quit the contemplating
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 Pimp done set up shop
Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin
And woofers and pussies be purple wit' my feet up
I'mma eat up who tests this, I'm blessed wit'
Super human powers, your chest in, the next of kin
Gone be the first one like some to buck
Nigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt, you's in
And I'm the deacon speakin' while ya
The preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being, breathin'
You're not, your clock stop, and now laying in a pretty box
And now is only talking 'bout the pretty parts of your life
Your fuckin' your damn wife
You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize fate
It's too late, 'cause you hate, you
It's too late, you hate
Punk ass bitch, game over, who want some?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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