Luyện nghe bài hát Slap! Slap! Slap!

Me and my
Run through the gutter down shutter
As the beat goes, dun dun dun
Ain't better than these favorite buttas

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 wack MC's, y'all never

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

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

Y'all lil', tryin' act bigga y'all get the picture
Every freakin' year I wit something sicka
Fan's takin flick's get my picture
Freak's only speak, "Do you Jigga?"

Strange motherfucker's wanna be my
Turn your man to a
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!
across your melon, pronto
(I said, Slap! Slap! Slap!)
(Right your melon, pronto)

You don't wanna get smacked right
Wit a upper cut like
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 cop the coup
What I'm post to do, for you

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

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

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

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

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
Just gimme a beat and a muthafuckin'

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

Talk dirty, a birdy, smack the shit out the Clyde
'Cause Bonnie have pay me
Get old heads for they that sign right
And I get lil' boys for they doe on prom

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!
across your melon, easy