Luyện nghe bài hát Snappin' & Trappin'

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

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 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 your breakfast just jumpin' off the top
A nigga stop for squares or octagons prepare
I'm not the one you scared, the Piccolo Pimp done set up
Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm poppin tweeters
And woofers and be blowing purple wit' my feet up
eat up anybody who tests this, I'm blessed wit'
Super human powers, poke your chest in, the of kin
Gone be the first one like some to buck
Nigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt, you's in
And I'm the speakin' while ya tweakin'
The preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being, breathin'
You're not, your 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' your damn
You look for the pearly white gates, but you your fate
too late, 'cause you hate, you hate
It's too late, 'cause you
Punk ass bitch, game over, who want some?!

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

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

Killer Mike gonna down, things gonna get a little crazy
Ol' girl might yell rape G, you might as 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, hear you hollering about
But fuck that, I'm for love all in her mouth
Need her to gobble up jism, like lunches
Need her to take cat beatings and throw

Like a swarm of locusts, no
You wanna 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 on your lavender lapels
Leaping lizards, keep me slizzard, my expanding
Readily rappin' and snappin', snappin' and
That's just what's

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

A whey you come dis
you know you nuh fit
You better move you
Before me start
Nuff a them a talk
a them a trip
Nuff a them in like a bitch
Whey wear
A J-Sweet me name an' me Chris
A OutKast me wid
So boy nuh try dis
If you dis boy shot knaw go
Gun a go teck you just like fits
Boy hear me an' thought a remix
Brand new tune hits
We nah gon' run and switch like no
OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer