Luyện nghe bài hát Slap! Slap! Slap!

Me and my
Run through the gutter breakin' shutter
As the beat goes, dun dun dun
Ain't nothing better than these buttas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This [unverified] , I can't crawl for you
That's impossible, I the rule
I pay the dues, I wear the
the shoes, they Prada too

Fuck wit me you lose, step to me and get
Your chances are not few, they
So what I'm bitchy roll a phat blunt wit
In the front wit me Tim hit ah, wit the to the boggada beat

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

Nigga, Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon,

I'm the M S J A D E
and lows, bling like I'm B.G.
I don't know nigga help, shit, I my own
Just gimme a beat and a microphone

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

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

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

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