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 bust his rubba
Have him have him undercover like he thought he
How the hell a like me become 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 y'all suspect
Takin' off your clothe y'all hoe's
Fell the rhythm, I'm 'bout to 'em

Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right your 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 get my picture
only speak, "Do you know Jigga?"

Strange motherfucker's be my nigga
Turn man to a ass-licker
ass men means, cheatin' as men
Time to stop and stay the fuck in
Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to 'em

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

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

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
What I'm post to do, for you

This [unverified] , I can't crawl for you
That's impossible, I 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, they
So what I'm bitchy roll a phat blunt wit
In the front wit me Tim hit ah, wit the to the boggada beat

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

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

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

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

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

I do my thing, knots in a pocket
Slap! Slap! Slap!
All up in knogen, early
I said, Slap! Slap! Slap!
All up in knogen

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