Luyện nghe bài hát Snappin' & Trappin'

Our shit don't mix like llao and lukewarm
Better make it hotter ice and watch it rock up
I oughta duct tape your daughter
Show soldier ass niggaz
I'm murder city's Slaughter
Guaranteed to get cut than a barber
I betcha I'll your heifer like Black & Decker
This pussy wrecker and white couldn't get it wetter
I'm guaranteed to leave her cheese for more cheddar
I give a fuck, suede and Coogi sweaters
What's up? sable fur to lamb leather
seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather
And creased denim delivered when I send 'em
Nigga know I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my
my hits 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 pixel make violence more
I raw coke, cook it crack, saran wrap it
One muthafuckin' verse and 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
box you in your muthafuckin 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 muthafuckin mouth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A whey you come dis
When you you nuh fit
You better you bombo
me start trip
Nuff a them a OutKast
Nuff a a trip
Nuff a come 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 go miss
Gun shot a go teck you like fits
Boy hear me an' thought a remix
Brand new platinum hits
We nah gon' run and like no bitch
OutKast, J-Sweet, Mike