Luyện nghe bài hát Snappin' & Trappin'

Our shit don't mix like and lukewarm water
Better it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up
I oughta duct tape your daughter
Show y'all soldier ass
I'm murder city's Sargeant
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 her swiss cheese for more cheddar
I give a fuck, suede bucks and Coogi
What's up? sable fur to lamb leather
I've seen it all in the trap with fitted for cold weather
And creased denim threats delivered when I 'em
know I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my shit
Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit
Banana niggaz need to
Quit fucking with this thorough click
This is Slum Lordz we make your terrific shit tragic
My pen and pixel make violence graphic
I take raw coke, cook it crack, wrap it
One muthafuckin' verse and it's 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 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. won't you
Just the contemplating cause
I'll box you in your mouth

My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, to it drop
cereal in your breakfast bowl just jumpin' off the top
A nigga don't for squares or octagons prepare
I'm not the one you scared, the Pimp done set up shop
Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin
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 chest in, the next of kin
Gone be the first one like some to buck
Nigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt, in church
And I'm the speakin' while ya tweakin'
The preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being, breathin'
You're not, clock stop, and now you're laying in a pretty box
And now pastor is only talking 'bout the parts of your life
Your brother fuckin' damn wife
You look for the white gates, but you realize your fate
It's too late, you hate, you hate
It's too late, you hate
Punk pussy ass bitch, over, who want some?!

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

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

Killer Mike gonna calm down, things get a little crazy
Ol' girl might yell rape G, you as well give her a throat baby
goobler, goop gravy, no dicking 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 love all in her
Need her to gobble up jism, like lunches
Need her to take cat beatings and throw

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

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 game is over k.b. won't you
quit the contemplating cause
I'll box you in your muthafuckin

A whey you come dis
you know you nuh fit
You move you bombo
Before me start
Nuff a them a talk
a them a trip
Nuff a them come in like a
Whey wear
A me name an' me already 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 song an' thought a
new tune platinum hits
We nah run and switch like no bitch
OutKast, J-Sweet, Mike