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 tape your daughter
y'all soldier ass niggaz
I'm murder Sargeant Slaughter
Guaranteed to get more cut than a
I betcha I'll drill your 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, bucks and Coogi sweaters
What's up? Whatever sable fur to leather
I've seen it all in the trap with caps for cold weather
And denim threats delivered when I send 'em
Nigga know I, FedEx my shit, express my shit
Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit
Banana need to split
fucking with this thorough Atlanta click
This here is Slum Lordz we make terrific shit tragic
My pen and pixel violence more graphic
I take raw coke, it crack, saran wrap it
One muthafuckin' and it's already a classic(x2)
Mike nigga!

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

My Cadillac got that boom, in it, listen to it drop
cereal in your breakfast bowl just jumpin' off the top
A nigga 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 tweeters
And woofers and pussies be blowing purple my feet up
I'mma eat up anybody who tests this, I'm blessed
human powers, poke your chest in, the next of kin
Gone be the first one like Mexicans to buck
Nigga you like a truck in red dirt, you's in church
And I'm the deacon while ya tweakin'
The preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being, breathin'
You're not, your clock stop, and now you're in a pretty box
And now pastor is talking 'bout the pretty parts of your life
brother fuckin' your damn wife
You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize your
It's too late, 'cause you hate, you
It's too late, you hate
pussy ass bitch, game over, who want some?!

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

Roll my blunts thick, like I my bitch
Lick my and spit, like 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
goobler, goop gravy, no dicking her down to the ground
Now you doing the South, know what I'm talkin' about

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

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

you be looking 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
Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya to
The game is over k.b. baby you
quit the contemplating 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
Nuff a them a talk
Nuff a them a
Nuff a them come in like a
wear slip
A J-Sweet me an' me already Chris
A me spar 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 tune platinum
We nah gon' run and switch no bitch
OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer