Luyện nghe bài hát Slap! Slap! Slap!

Me and my
Run through the gutter breakin' shutter
As the goes, dun dun dun duna
nothing better than these favorite 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
wack MC's, y'all never never

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

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

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

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

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

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

ain't [unverified] , I can't crawl 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, step to me and get
chances are not few, they none
So what I'm bitchy 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 don't conser me, when talk shit
They just wanna learn me when they see me,I
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 know nigga help, shit, I write my own
Just gimme a and a muthafuckin' microphone

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

dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy, smack the shit out the Clyde
'Cause should have pay me
Get old heads for they checks sign right
And I get boys for they 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 your

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