Luyện nghe bài hát Snappin' & Trappin'

Our don't 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 more cut a barber
I betcha I'll drill your heifer like & Decker
This pussy wrecker and white couldn't get it wetter
I'm guaranteed to leave her cheese for more cheddar
I give a fuck, suede bucks and Coogi
What's up? Whatever sable fur to lamb
I've seen it all in the trap with caps for cold weather
And creased threats 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 to split
Quit fucking with this Atlanta click
This here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific tragic
My pen and pixel make violence graphic
I take raw coke, cook it crack, saran it
One muthafuckin' verse and already a classic(x2)
Mike nigga!

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

My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, to it drop
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 Pimp done set up shop
you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin tweeters
And and pussies be blowing purple wit' my feet up
I'mma eat up who tests this, I'm blessed wit'
Super human powers, poke your chest in, the of kin
Gone be the first one some Mexicans to buck
you stuck like 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 clock stop, and now you're laying in a box
And now pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty parts of life
Your brother fuckin' 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?!

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

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

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

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

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

Don't you be looking at me like ya want to
The game is over k.b. won't you
Just the contemplating cause
I'll box you in your muthafuckin
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 whey you come dis
you know you nuh fit
You move you bombo
me start trip
Nuff a a talk OutKast
Nuff a a trip
Nuff a them come in a bitch
wear slip
A J-Sweet me name an' me already
A me spar wid
So boy nuh try dis
If you dis boy shot go miss
Gun a go teck you just like fits
Boy hear me song an' thought a
new tune platinum hits
We nah gon' run and switch like no
OutKast, J-Sweet, Mike