Luyện nghe bài hát Snappin' & Trappin'

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

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

My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, 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 tweeters
And woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit' my up
I'mma eat up anybody who tests this, I'm wit'
Super human powers, poke chest in, the next of kin
Gone be the first one some Mexicans to buck
Nigga you stuck like a in red dirt, you's in church
And I'm the speakin' while ya tweakin'
The preacher preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being,
You're not, clock stop, and now you're laying in a pretty box
And now pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty of your life
brother fuckin' your damn wife
You look for the pearly white gates, but you your fate
It's too late, 'cause you hate, you
It's too late, 'cause you
pussy ass bitch, game over, who want some?!

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
you be looking 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 muthafuckin mouth

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

Killer Mike gonna calm down, things gonna get a crazy
Ol' girl 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 you hollering about
But that, I'm looking for love all in her mouth
Need her to gobble up jism, school lunches
her to take cat beatings and throw punches

Like a swarm of locusts, no
You wanna approach us, buzzards and
We two of the dopest mic
Stack big bank, folders
Even rollers, I'm trying to told ya
Even loving, lavish, ladies, leaving,
Of Lemon-lime, lip gloss on your lapels
Leaping lizards, me slizzard, my mind's expanding
rappin' 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
Just 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 cause
box you in your muthafuckin mouth

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