Luyện nghe bài hát Snappin' & Trappin'

Our shit don't mix like llao and water
Better make it splash ice and watch it rock up
I oughta duct tape your infant
Show y'all soldier ass
I'm murder city's Slaughter
to get more cut than a barber
I I'll drill your heifer like Black & Decker
This 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
up? Whatever sable fur to lamb leather
I've seen it all in the trap fitted caps for cold weather
And creased denim threats when I send 'em
Nigga know I, my shit, overnight express my shit
my hits quick, who next on my shit list
Banana niggaz need to
fucking with this thorough Atlanta click
This here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific shit
My pen and pixel make violence graphic
I take raw coke, cook it crack, wrap it
One muthafuckin' verse and it's a classic(x2)
Mike nigga!

Don't you be looking at me crazy ya want to
The game is over k.b. baby you
Just the contemplating cause
I'll box you in your muthafuckin
you be looking at me crazy like 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, in it, listen to it drop
Like cereal in your bowl just jumpin' off the top
A nigga don't stop for squares or prepare
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
eat up anybody who tests this, I'm blessed wit'
Super human powers, poke your in, the next of kin
Gone be the first one like Mexicans to buck
Nigga you stuck a truck in red dirt, you's in church
And I'm the deacon speakin' ya tweakin'
The preacher preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being,
You're not, your clock stop, and now laying in a pretty box
And now pastor is only 'bout the pretty parts of your life
brother fuckin' your damn wife
You look for the pearly gates, but you realize your fate
too late, 'cause you hate, you hate
It's too late, 'cause you
Punk pussy ass bitch, game over, who some?!

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

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

Killer Mike calm down, things 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 down to the
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
Need her to take cat beatings and punches

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

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 muthafuckin mouth
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 your mouth

A whey you come dis
When you you nuh fit
You move you bombo
Before me trip
Nuff a them a talk
Nuff a them a
Nuff a them come in like a
wear 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 like fits
Boy me song an' thought a remix
Brand new tune hits
We nah gon' run and switch like no
OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer