Luyện nghe bài hát Snappin' & Trappin'

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

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

My got that boom, boom in it, listen to it drop
Like 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 Piccolo Pimp done set up
Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm poppin tweeters
And woofers and pussies be purple wit' my feet up
I'mma eat up anybody who this, I'm blessed wit'
Super powers, poke 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 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 your damn wife
You look for the pearly white gates, but you your 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 like ya want to
The game is over k.b. won't you
quit the contemplating 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
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 ways I chicks
Spit it in her eye make it hard to

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

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

Like a swarm of locusts, no
You approach us, buzzards and vultures
We two of the mic controllers
Stack big bank, folders
Even wit' rollers, I'm to told ya
loving, lavish, ladies, leaving, landmarks
Of Lemon-lime, lip on your lavender lapels
Leaping lizards, keep me slizzard, my mind's
Readily rappin' and snappin', and trappin'
That's just what's

Don't you be looking at me like ya want to
The game is over k.b. baby you
quit the contemplating 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 you want come dis
When you you nuh fit
You move you bombo
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 me spar wid
So boy nuh try dis
If you dis boy shot knaw go
Gun shot a go you just like fits
Boy me song an' thought a remix
new tune platinum hits
We nah gon' run and switch like no
OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer