Luyện nghe bài hát Snappin' & Trappin'

Our shit don't mix like and lukewarm water
Better make it hotter splash ice and it rock up
I oughta duct tape infant daughter
Show y'all ass niggaz
I'm murder city's Slaughter
Guaranteed to get cut than 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 a fuck, suede bucks and Coogi sweaters
What's up? Whatever sable fur to leather
seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather
And creased denim threats when I send 'em
Nigga know I, FedEx my shit, express my shit
Deliver my quick, who next on my shit list
niggaz need to split
Quit fucking with this thorough Atlanta
This here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific tragic
My pen and pixel make violence more
I raw coke, cook it crack, saran wrap it
One muthafuckin' verse and it's a classic(x2)
Mike nigga!

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
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

My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, listen to it
Like cereal in breakfast bowl just jumpin' off the top
A nigga stop for squares or octagons prepare
I'm not the one you scared, the Piccolo done set up shop
Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only tweeters
And woofers and pussies be purple wit' my feet up
eat up anybody who tests this, I'm blessed wit'
Super powers, poke your chest in, the next of kin
be the first one like 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'
not, your clock stop, and now you're laying in a pretty box
And now pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty parts of your
Your brother fuckin' damn wife
You look for the white gates, but you realize your fate
It's too late, 'cause you hate, you
too late, 'cause you hate
Punk pussy ass bitch, over, who want some?!

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

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

Killer gonna calm 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 her down to the ground
Now you doing the Dirty South, know what I'm talkin'

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

Like a of locusts, no hocus-pocus
You approach us, buzzards and vultures
We two of the dopest mic
Stack big bank, folders
Even wit' rollers, I'm to told ya
Even loving, lavish, ladies, leaving,
Of Lemon-lime, lip on your lavender lapels
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 like ya to
The is over k.b. baby 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. baby you
Just quit the contemplating
I'll box you in muthafuckin mouth

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