Luyện nghe bài hát Slap! Slap! Slap!

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

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

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

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

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

Strange motherfucker's be my nigga
Turn man to a ass-licker
ass men means, cheatin' as men
Time to stop and stay the fuck in
Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to 'em

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

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

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

This ain't [unverified] , I can't for you
That's impossible, I make the
I pay the dues, I the pants
Bought the shoes, they too

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

Burnin' 'em wit the heat, it don't conser me, when nigga talk
They just wanna learn me when they see me,I
they shit internally 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, like I'm B.G.
I don't know nigga help, shit, I my own
gimme a beat and a muthafuckin' microphone

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

Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy, the shit out the Clyde
Bonnie should have pay me
Get old heads for they checks that sign
And I get boys for they 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