Luyện nghe bài hát Slap! Slap! Slap!

Me and my
Run the gutter breakin' down shutter
As the beat goes, dun dun dun
Ain't nothing better than these favorite

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

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

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

Y'all lil', tryin' act bigga y'all get the picture
Every freakin' I come wit something sicka
Fan's takin wanna get my picture
Freak's speak, "Do you know Jigga?"

Strange wanna be my nigga
Turn your man to a
ass men means, cheatin' 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 across melon, pronto)

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

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

This ain't [unverified] , I can't for you
That's impossible, I make the
I pay the dues, I wear the
Bought the shoes, Prada 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 wit Missy
In the front wit me Tim hit ah, wit the to the boggada beat

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

Nigga, Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon,

I'm the M S J A D E
and lows, bling like 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 and Timbaland
We bout to take it to the streets, but they ran
Oh shit, gettin' kinda hot in here
Oh shit, make niggas and stare

Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy, smack the shit out the
Bonnie 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