Luyện nghe bài hát Snappin' & Trappin'

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

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

My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, to it drop
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
you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin tweeters
And woofers and pussies be purple 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 a truck in red dirt, you's in church
And I'm the deacon speakin' while ya
The preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being, breathin'
not, your clock stop, and now you're laying in a pretty box
And now pastor is talking 'bout the pretty parts of your life
Your brother your damn wife
You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize fate
It's too late, you hate, you hate
It's too late, 'cause you
pussy ass bitch, game over, who want some?!

Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya to
The is over k.b. baby won't you
Just the contemplating cause
box you in your 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 blunts thick, like I like my bitch
Lick my and spit, like she do my dick
murder dick, for ways I choke chicks
Spit it in her eye it hard to focus

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

Big Boi, my mentor, hear you hollering about
But fuck that, I'm looking for all in her mouth
Need her to gobble up jism, like school
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 dopest mic
big bank, honey folders
Even rollers, I'm trying to told ya
loving, lavish, ladies, leaving, landmarks
Of Lemon-lime, lip gloss on your lavender
Leaping lizards, keep me slizzard, my expanding
rappin' and snappin', snappin' and trappin'
That's what's happening

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

A whey you come dis
you know you nuh fit
You better you bombo
Before me trip
Nuff a them a OutKast
Nuff a them a
Nuff a them in like a bitch
wear slip
A J-Sweet me name an' me Chris
A me spar wid
So boy nuh try dis
If you dis boy knaw go miss
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 no bitch
OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer