Luyện nghe bài hát Slap! Slap! Slap!

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

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

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

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

Y'all lil', tryin' act bigga don't 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 wanna be my nigga
your man to a ass-licker
Cheatin' ass men means, 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 smacked right
Wit a upper cut this
I don't give a fuck if you don't this
Still get to bust the right shit

Still get paid to hope on the
I'm a prostitute, I a lot of loot
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
impossible, I make the rule
I pay the dues, I wear the
Bought the shoes, they too

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

Burnin' 'em wit the heat, it don't conser me, when nigga 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!
Right across your melon,

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

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

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

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

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