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

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

Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right across melon, easy
(Nigga,Slap! Slap!)
(Right across 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 speak, "Do you know Jigga?"

Strange motherfucker's wanna be my
Turn your man to a
Cheatin' ass men means, as men
Time to stop gamin and stay the in
Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to '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 cut like this
I don't give a if you don't like this
Still get paid to the right shit

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

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

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

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 help, shit, I write my own
Just gimme a and a muthafuckin' microphone

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

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

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

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