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 tryin' his rubba
Have him have him undercover like he thought he
How the a bitch like me become so celva
Y'all wack MC's, never never

Talkin' hard as a cock but is light as a
suspect hoe's y'all suspect hoe's
Takin' off your clothe reject hoe's
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', tryin' act bigga don't get the picture
Every freakin' I come wit something sicka
takin flick's wanna get my picture
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 gamin and stay the in
Fell the rhythm, I'm to kill 'em

Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right your melon, pronto
(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 right

Still get paid to hope on the
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 [unverified] , I can't crawl for you
impossible, I make the rule
I pay the dues, I the pants
the shoes, they Prada too

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

Burnin' 'em wit the heat, it don't conser me, when talk shit
They just learn me when they 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 nigga help, shit, I write my own
gimme a beat and a muthafuckin' microphone

Picture this me Missy and Timbaland
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, the shit out the Clyde
'Cause should have pay me
Get old heads for they that sign right
And I get lil' boys for they doe on prom

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

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