Luyện nghe bài hát Snappin' & Trappin'

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

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

My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, to it drop
Like cereal in breakfast bowl just jumpin' 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 blowing purple wit' my up
I'mma eat up anybody who tests this, I'm wit'
Super human powers, poke your 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, your clock stop, and now laying in a pretty box
And now pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty of your life
Your brother fuckin' damn wife
You look for the white gates, but you realize your fate
It's too late, 'cause you hate, you
too late, 'cause you hate
Punk ass bitch, game over, who want some?!

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

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

Killer gonna calm down, things gonna get a little 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, know what I'm talkin'

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, school lunches
Need her to take cat beatings and punches

a swarm of locusts, no hocus-pocus
You approach us, buzzards and vultures
We two of the dopest mic
Stack big bank, honey
Even 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 mind's
Readily rappin' and snappin', snappin' and
That's just happening

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 at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over k.b. baby you
quit the contemplating cause
I'll box you in your mouth

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