Luyện nghe bài hát Snappin' & Trappin'

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

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

My Cadillac got boom, boom in it, listen to it drop
Like cereal in 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
Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm poppin tweeters
And woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit' my 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 like some to buck
Nigga you stuck a truck in red dirt, you's in church
And I'm the speakin' while ya tweakin'
The preacher preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being,
You're not, clock stop, and now you're laying in a pretty box
And now pastor is only 'bout the pretty parts of your life
Your brother fuckin' your damn
You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize your
It's too late, 'cause you hate, you
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 game is over k.b. baby you
Just the contemplating cause
box you in your muthafuckin mouth
Don't you be 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

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

Killer Mike gonna calm down, things get a little crazy
Ol' girl might yell rape G, you might as well give her a baby
goobler, goop 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
Need her to gobble up jism, like school
her to take cat beatings and throw punches

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

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

A whey you come dis
you know you nuh fit
You move you bombo
Before me trip
Nuff a them a OutKast
Nuff a them a
a them come in like a bitch
Whey slip
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 you just like fits
Boy hear me song an' thought a
new tune platinum hits
We nah gon' run and like no bitch
OutKast, J-Sweet, Mike