Luyện nghe bài hát Snappin' & Trappin'

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

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

My Cadillac got that boom, in it, listen to it drop
Like cereal in your bowl just jumpin' off the top
A don't stop for squares or octagons prepare
I'm not the one you scared, the Pimp done set up shop
Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only tweeters
And woofers and pussies be blowing wit' my feet up
eat up anybody who tests this, I'm blessed wit'
Super powers, poke your chest in, the next of kin
Gone be the one like some Mexicans to buck
you stuck like a truck in red dirt, you's in church
And I'm the deacon speakin' while ya
The preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being, breathin'
You're not, your stop, and now you're laying in a pretty box
And now pastor is only talking 'bout the parts of your life
Your brother fuckin' your wife
You look for the pearly gates, but you realize your fate
too late, 'cause you hate, you hate
It's too late, you hate
Punk ass bitch, game over, who want some?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

A you want come dis
When you you nuh fit
You better you bombo
Before me trip
Nuff a them a OutKast
Nuff a a trip
a them come in like a bitch
Whey 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 shot a go teck you just like
Boy hear me song an' thought a
Brand new platinum hits
We nah gon' run and like no bitch
OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer