Luyện nghe bài hát Slap! Slap! Slap!

Me and my
Run through the gutter breakin' shutter
As the beat goes, dun dun dun
nothing better than these favorite buttas

It's like freakin' wit your lova tryin' bust his
Have him have him undercover like he thought he
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 hoe's y'all suspect hoe's
Takin' off clothe y'all reject hoe's
Fell the rhythm, I'm to kill 'em

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

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

Strange motherfucker's wanna be my
your man to a ass-licker
Cheatin' ass men means, as men
Time to stop gamin and the fuck in
Fell the rhythm, I'm to kill 'em

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga, Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right across 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 beat and a muthafuckin'

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

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