Luyện nghe bài hát Slap! Slap! Slap!

Me and my
Run the gutter breakin' down shutter
As the goes, dun dun dun duna
Ain't nothing better than these favorite

It's like freakin' wit lova tryin' bust his rubba
Have him have him like he thought he never
How the hell a like me become so celva
Y'all MC's, y'all never never

Talkin' hard as a but is light as a feather
Y'all suspect hoe's y'all suspect
off your clothe y'all reject hoe's
Fell the rhythm, I'm to kill 'em

Slap! Slap! Slap!
across your melon, easy
(Nigga,Slap! Slap!)
(Right your melon, easy)

lil', tryin' act bigga don't y'all get the picture
Every year I come wit something sicka
Fan's flick's wanna get my picture
Freak's only speak, "Do you Jigga?"

Strange wanna be my nigga
your man to a ass-licker
Cheatin' ass men means, as men
to stop gamin and stay the fuck in
Fell the rhythm, I'm to kill 'em

Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon,
(I said, Slap! Slap! Slap!)
(Right your melon, pronto)

You don't wanna get smacked right
Wit a cut like this
I don't give a fuck if you like this
Still get paid to bust the shit

Still get to hope on the dick
I'm a prostitute, I a lot of loot
But if you knock the boots,but at cop the coup
I'm post to do, starve for you

This ain't , I can't crawl for you
That's impossible, I make the
I pay the dues, I the pants
the shoes, they Prada too

Fuck wit me you lose, to me and get brused
Your are not few, they none
So what I'm bitchy roll a phat wit Missy
In the front wit me Tim hit ah, wit the to the boggada beat

Burnin' 'em wit the heat, it don't me, when nigga talk shit
They just wanna me when they see me,I permanently
Damage they shit and Slap! Slap! Slap!
'Em right the melon

Nigga, Slap! Slap! Slap!
across your melon, easy

I'm the M S J A D E
Toes and lows, bling I'm B.G.
I know nigga help, shit, I write my own
Just gimme a beat and a muthafuckin'

Picture this shit me Missy and
We bout to take it to the streets, but they ran
Oh shit, gettin' kinda hot in here
Oh shit, make stop and stare

Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy, smack the shit out the
'Cause Bonnie have pay me
Get old heads for they checks that sign
And I get lil' for they doe on prom night

I do my thing, knots in a pocket
Slap! Slap! Slap!
All up in your knogen,
I said, Slap! Slap! Slap!
All up in your

Nigga, Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right across melon, easy