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 nothing better than favorite buttas

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

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

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

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

Strange motherfucker's be my nigga
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!
Right your melon, pronto
(I said, Slap! Slap! Slap!)
(Right across melon, pronto)

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

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

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

Fuck wit me you lose, to me and get brused
Your are not few, they none
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 conser me, when nigga talk shit
They wanna learn me when they see me,I permanently
Damage shit internally 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
Toes and lows, like I'm B.G.
I don't know nigga help, shit, I my own
Just a beat and a muthafuckin' microphone

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

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

'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!
Right across melon, easy