Luyện nghe bài hát Snappin' & Trappin'

Our shit don't mix like and lukewarm water
make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up
I oughta duct tape your infant
Show soldier ass niggaz
I'm murder Sargeant Slaughter
Guaranteed to get more cut a barber
I betcha I'll drill your like Black & Decker
This pussy wrecker and white water couldn't get it
I'm guaranteed to leave her swiss cheese for more
I give a fuck, suede bucks and sweaters
What's up? Whatever fur to lamb leather
I've it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather
And creased denim threats delivered when I 'em
Nigga I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my shit
Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit
niggaz need to split
Quit fucking with this thorough click
This is Slum Lordz we make your terrific shit tragic
My pen and pixel make more graphic
I take raw coke, it crack, saran wrap it
One muthafuckin' verse and 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
Just 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. won't you
Just the contemplating cause
I'll box you in muthafuckin mouth

My Cadillac got that 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 Piccolo Pimp 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
I'mma eat up who tests this, I'm blessed wit'
Super human powers, poke your in, the next of kin
Gone be the first one some Mexicans to buck
Nigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt, in church
And I'm the deacon speakin' while ya
The preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being, breathin'
You're not, your clock stop, and now you're laying in a box
And now is only talking 'bout the pretty parts of your life
Your brother your damn wife
You look for the pearly gates, but you realize your fate
It's too late, 'cause you hate, you
It's too late, you hate
Punk pussy ass bitch, over, who want some?!

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

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

Killer Mike gonna calm down, gonna get a little crazy
Ol' might yell 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 what I'm about

Big Boi, my mentor, hear 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 punches

Like a of locusts, no hocus-pocus
You approach 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 lavender lapels
Leaping lizards, keep me slizzard, my mind's
Readily and snappin', snappin' and trappin'
That's just happening

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

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