Luyện nghe bài hát Snappin' & Trappin'

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

Don't you be 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 muthafuckin mouth
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 muthafuckin

My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, to it drop
Like cereal in your bowl 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 poppin tweeters
And woofers and pussies be purple wit' my feet up
I'mma eat up anybody who this, I'm blessed wit'
Super human powers, poke your in, the next of kin
Gone be the first one like Mexicans to buck
you stuck like a truck in red dirt, you's in church
And I'm the deacon speakin' while ya
The preacher preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being,
You're not, your clock stop, and now you're laying in a box
And now pastor is only talking the pretty parts of your life
Your brother fuckin' your wife
You look for the pearly gates, but you realize your fate
It's too late, you hate, you hate
It's too late, you hate
pussy ass bitch, game 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 muthafuckin 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

Roll my blunts thick, like I my bitch
my blunts and spit, like she do my dick
Attempted dick, for ways I choke chicks
Spit it in her eye 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, what you hollering about
But that, I'm looking for love all in her mouth
Need her to gobble up jism, like lunches
her to take cat beatings and throw punches

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

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

A whey you come dis
you know you nuh fit
You better you bombo
me start trip
Nuff a a talk OutKast
Nuff a 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 me song an' thought a remix
Brand new tune hits
We nah run and switch like no bitch
OutKast, J-Sweet, Mike