Luyện nghe bài hát Snappin' & Trappin'

Our don't mix like llao and lukewarm water
Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it up
I oughta 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 heifer Black & Decker
This pussy wrecker and white couldn't get it wetter
I'm to leave her swiss cheese for more cheddar
I a fuck, suede bucks and Coogi sweaters
What's up? Whatever sable fur to lamb
I've seen it all in the trap with caps for cold weather
And creased denim threats delivered I send 'em
know I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my shit
Deliver my hits quick, who next on my list
Banana need to split
Quit fucking this thorough Atlanta click
This here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific tragic
My pen and pixel make violence more
I take raw coke, cook it crack, saran it
One muthafuckin' and it's already a classic(x2)
Killer nigga!

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

My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, listen to it
Like cereal in your breakfast bowl just off the top
A don't stop for squares or octagons prepare
I'm not the one you scared, the Piccolo done set up shop
Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin
And woofers and be blowing purple wit' my feet up
I'mma eat up anybody who tests this, I'm wit'
Super powers, poke your chest in, the next of kin
Gone be the one like some Mexicans to buck
Nigga you stuck a truck in red dirt, you's in church
And I'm the deacon speakin' while ya
The preacher preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being,
You're not, your stop, and now you're laying in a pretty box
And now pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty parts of your
Your fuckin' your damn wife
You for the pearly white gates, but you realize your fate
It's too late, 'cause you hate, you
It's too late, you hate
Punk pussy ass bitch, game over, who some?!

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

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

Killer Mike gonna down, things gonna get a little crazy
Ol' girl might yell rape G, you might as well her a throat baby
Goop goobler, goop gravy, no dicking her down to the
Now you doing the Dirty South, know what I'm about

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

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

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

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