Luyện nghe bài hát Snappin' & Trappin'

Our shit don't mix llao and lukewarm water
Better it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up
I duct tape your infant daughter
Show y'all soldier ass
I'm murder city's Slaughter
Guaranteed to get more cut than a
I betcha I'll drill your like Black & Decker
This wrecker and white water couldn't get it wetter
I'm to leave her swiss cheese for more cheddar
I give a fuck, suede bucks and Coogi
What's up? Whatever fur to lamb leather
seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather
And denim threats delivered 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
here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific shit tragic
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
Just the contemplating cause
I'll box you in muthafuckin mouth
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

My Cadillac got boom, boom in it, listen to it drop
Like cereal in your bowl just jumpin' off the top
A don't 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 poppin tweeters
And woofers and pussies be blowing wit' my feet up
eat up anybody who tests this, I'm blessed wit'
Super human powers, your chest in, the next of kin
Gone be the first one some Mexicans 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, 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' your damn
You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize your
It's too late, 'cause you hate, you
It's too late, 'cause you
Punk pussy ass bitch, over, who want 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 your mouth
Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya to
The game is over k.b. won't you
Just quit the cause
I'll box you in muthafuckin mouth

Roll my blunts thick, like I my bitch
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 Mike gonna calm down, things get a little crazy
Ol' girl might yell G, you might as well give her a throat baby
goobler, goop gravy, no dicking her down to the ground
Now you doing the Dirty South, know I'm talkin' about

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

Like a of locusts, no hocus-pocus
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'
just what's happening

Don't you be looking at me crazy 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 over k.b. baby you
Just quit the cause
box you in your muthafuckin mouth

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