Luyện nghe bài hát Snappin' & Trappin'

Our don't mix like llao and lukewarm water
Better make it hotter ice and watch it rock up
I oughta duct tape your daughter
Show y'all ass niggaz
I'm murder city's Sargeant
Guaranteed to get cut than a barber
I betcha I'll drill heifer like Black & Decker
This pussy wrecker and water couldn't get it wetter
I'm guaranteed to leave her swiss 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 with fitted caps for cold weather
And denim threats delivered when I send 'em
Nigga know I, FedEx my shit, express my shit
my hits quick, who next on my shit list
Banana niggaz need to
Quit with this thorough Atlanta 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, saran it
One muthafuckin' and it's already a classic(x2)
Mike nigga!

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
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 muthafuckin mouth

My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, listen to it
Like cereal in your bowl just jumpin' off the top
A nigga stop for squares or octagons prepare
I'm not the one you scared, the Piccolo Pimp set up shop
you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin tweeters
And woofers and pussies be blowing purple my feet up
I'mma eat up anybody who tests this, I'm blessed
Super human powers, your chest in, the next of kin
Gone be the first one like Mexicans to buck
Nigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt, you's in
And I'm the speakin' while ya tweakin'
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 'bout the pretty parts of your
Your brother fuckin' your damn
You look for the pearly white gates, but you your fate
too late, 'cause you hate, you hate
It's too late, you hate
Punk pussy ass bitch, game over, who some?!

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
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 muthafuckin

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

Killer Mike gonna calm down, things get a little crazy
Ol' might yell rape G, you might as well give her a throat baby
Goop goobler, gravy, no dicking her down to the ground
Now you doing the Dirty South, 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
Need her to take cat beatings and throw

a swarm of locusts, no hocus-pocus
You wanna us, buzzards and vultures
We two of the mic controllers
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, me slizzard, my mind's expanding
Readily and snappin', snappin' and trappin'
just what's happening

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

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