Luyện nghe bài hát Snappin' & Trappin'

Our shit don't mix llao and lukewarm water
make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up
I oughta tape your infant daughter
y'all soldier ass niggaz
I'm city's Sargeant Slaughter
Guaranteed to get more cut than a
I betcha I'll drill your heifer like & Decker
This pussy and white water couldn't get it wetter
I'm to leave her swiss cheese for more cheddar
I a fuck, suede 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 threats when I send 'em
Nigga I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my shit
Deliver my hits quick, who on my shit list
niggaz need to split
Quit fucking with this Atlanta click
This here is Lordz we make your terrific shit tragic
My pen and pixel violence more graphic
I raw coke, cook it crack, saran wrap it
One verse and it's already a classic(x2)
Mike nigga!

Don't you be looking at me crazy ya want to
The game is k.b. baby won't you
Just quit the contemplating
I'll box you in your mouth
Don't you be looking at me crazy ya want 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, 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 done 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 anybody who tests this, I'm wit'
human powers, poke your chest in, the next of kin
Gone be the first one like some Mexicans to
Nigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt, in church
And I'm the deacon while ya tweakin'
The preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being, breathin'
not, your clock stop, and now you're laying in a pretty box
And now pastor is only talking the pretty parts of your life
Your brother fuckin' damn wife
You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize fate
It's too late, 'cause you hate, you
too late, 'cause you hate
Punk pussy ass bitch, game over, who some?!

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 muthafuckin mouth
you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over k.b. baby you
Just the contemplating cause
I'll box you in your mouth

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

Killer Mike calm down, things gonna get a little crazy
Ol' girl might yell rape G, you might as well give her a throat
Goop goobler, goop gravy, no her down 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 looking for love all in her
Need her to gobble up jism, like school
Need her to take cat beatings and throw

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

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

A whey you come dis
When you you nuh fit
You better you bombo
Before me trip
Nuff a them a talk
a them a trip
Nuff a them in like a bitch
Whey slip
A me name an' me already Chris
A me spar wid
So boy nuh try dis
If you dis boy shot knaw go
Gun shot a go you just like fits
Boy hear me song an' thought a
Brand new tune hits
We nah run and switch like no bitch
OutKast, J-Sweet, Mike