Luyện nghe bài hát Snappin' & Trappin'

Our shit don't mix like llao and water
Better it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up
I oughta tape your infant daughter
Show y'all soldier ass
I'm murder city's Slaughter
Guaranteed to get more cut than a
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 cheese for cheddar
I give a fuck, suede bucks and sweaters
What's up? sable fur to lamb leather
I've it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather
And creased denim threats delivered when I 'em
Nigga know I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my
Deliver my quick, who next on my shit list
Banana niggaz to split
Quit fucking with thorough Atlanta click
This here is Slum Lordz we make your shit tragic
My pen and make violence more 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 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 your mouth
you be looking 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 muthafuckin mouth

My got that boom, boom in it, listen 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 Piccolo Pimp done set up
Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin
And and pussies be blowing purple wit' my feet up
I'mma eat up anybody who this, I'm blessed wit'
Super human powers, your chest in, the next of kin
Gone be the first one like Mexicans to buck
Nigga you 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,
not, your clock stop, and now you're laying in a pretty box
And now pastor is only talking the pretty parts of your life
Your brother fuckin' your wife
You for the pearly white gates, but you realize your fate
It's too late, 'cause you hate, you
too late, 'cause you hate
Punk pussy ass bitch, game over, who some?!

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

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

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

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

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

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 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 your mouth

A you want come dis
When you you nuh fit
You move you bombo
me start trip
Nuff a them a talk
a them a trip
Nuff a come in like a bitch
wear slip
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 a go teck you just like fits
Boy hear me song an' a remix
Brand new platinum hits
We nah gon' run and switch like no
OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer