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 your infant daughter
Show soldier ass niggaz
I'm murder Sargeant Slaughter
Guaranteed to get cut than a barber
I betcha drill your heifer like Black & Decker
This pussy wrecker and water couldn't get it wetter
I'm guaranteed to 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 creased denim threats delivered when I 'em
know I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my shit
Deliver my quick, who next on my shit list
Banana need to split
fucking with this thorough Atlanta click
This is Slum Lordz we make your terrific shit tragic
My pen and pixel make more graphic
I take raw coke, cook it crack, wrap it
One muthafuckin' and it's already a classic(x2)
Mike nigga!

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

My got that boom, boom in it, listen to it drop
Like cereal in your breakfast just jumpin' off the top
A nigga don't stop for 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 pussies be blowing purple my feet up
I'mma eat up anybody who tests this, I'm blessed
Super human powers, poke your in, the next of kin
Gone be the first one like some to buck
you stuck like a truck in red dirt, you's in church
And I'm the deacon speakin' while ya
The preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being, breathin'
You're not, your clock stop, and now laying in a pretty box
And now pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty of your life
Your fuckin' your damn wife
You look for the pearly gates, but you realize your fate
It's too late, 'cause you hate, you
too late, 'cause you hate
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. baby you
Just quit the cause
I'll box you in your mouth
Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya to
The is over k.b. baby won't you
Just quit the contemplating
I'll box you in your muthafuckin

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

Mike gonna calm 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 her down to the ground
Now you doing the Dirty South, know what I'm talkin'

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

Like a of locusts, no hocus-pocus
You wanna approach us, 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 your lapels
Leaping lizards, keep me slizzard, my expanding
Readily rappin' and snappin', and trappin'
That's what's happening

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

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