Luyện nghe bài hát Slap! Slap! Slap!

Me and my
Run through the gutter breakin' shutter
As the goes, dun dun dun duna
Ain't nothing than these favorite buttas

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

Talkin' hard as a cock but is as a feather
Y'all suspect hoe's y'all suspect
Takin' off your 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 y'all get the picture
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
your man to a ass-licker
Cheatin' ass men means, as men
Time to stop gamin and the fuck in
the rhythm, I'm bout to kill 'em

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

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

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

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

Burnin' 'em wit the heat, it conser me, when nigga talk shit
They just wanna learn me they see me,I permanently
they shit internally and Slap! Slap! Slap!
'Em right across the

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

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 a beat and a muthafuckin' microphone

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

Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy, smack the out the Clyde
Bonnie should have 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 knogen, early
I said, Slap! Slap! Slap!
All up in knogen

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