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 these buttas

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

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

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

Y'all lil', tryin' act bigga don't y'all get the
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 wanna be my
your man to a ass-licker
Cheatin' ass men means, as men
to stop gamin and stay the fuck in
Fell the rhythm, I'm to kill 'em

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

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

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 crawl for you
That's impossible, I 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 are not few, they none
So what I'm bitchy roll a blunt wit Missy
In the wit me Tim hit ah, wit the bang to the boggada beat

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

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

I'm the M S J A D E
Toes and lows, bling I'm B.G.
I don't know nigga help, shit, I my own
gimme a beat and a muthafuckin' microphone

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

Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy, smack the shit out the
'Cause should have pay me
Get old heads for they checks 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 knogen

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