Luyện nghe bài hát Snappin' & Trappin'

Our shit mix like llao and lukewarm water
Better make it hotter splash ice and it rock up
I oughta duct tape infant daughter
Show y'all ass niggaz
I'm murder city's Slaughter
to get more cut than a barber
I betcha I'll your heifer like Black & Decker
This pussy wrecker and white water get it wetter
I'm guaranteed to leave her swiss cheese for more
I give a fuck, bucks and Coogi sweaters
What's up? Whatever fur to lamb leather
I've seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold
And creased denim threats delivered when I 'em
Nigga know I, FedEx my shit, express my shit
Deliver my quick, who next on my shit list
Banana niggaz to split
Quit fucking with this thorough click
here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific shit tragic
My pen and pixel violence more graphic
I take raw coke, cook it crack, saran it
One muthafuckin' and it's already a classic(x2)
Killer nigga!

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

My Cadillac got that boom, in it, listen to it drop
Like cereal in your breakfast just jumpin' off the top
A nigga 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 poppin tweeters
And woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit' my up
I'mma eat up who tests this, I'm blessed wit'
Super human powers, poke chest in, the next of kin
Gone be the first one some Mexicans to buck
Nigga you like a truck in red dirt, you's in church
And I'm the deacon speakin' ya tweakin'
The preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being, breathin'
You're not, your clock stop, and now you're in a pretty box
And now pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty of your life
brother fuckin' your damn wife
You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize 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 ya want to
The is over k.b. baby won't you
Just quit the contemplating
box you in your muthafuckin mouth
Don't you be looking at me crazy ya want to
The game is k.b. baby won't you
Just the contemplating cause
I'll box you in muthafuckin mouth

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

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

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

Like a of locusts, no hocus-pocus
You approach us, buzzards and vultures
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 your lavender
Leaping lizards, me slizzard, my mind's expanding
Readily and snappin', snappin' and trappin'
That's just what's

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

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