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 freakin' wit your lova tryin' bust his rubba
Have him have him undercover like he thought he
How the a bitch 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 suspect hoe's
Takin' off your clothe y'all hoe's
the rhythm, I'm 'bout to kill 'em

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

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

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

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

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

Still get paid to 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, they too

Fuck wit me you lose, to me and get brused
chances are not few, they none
So what I'm bitchy roll a blunt wit Missy
In the front wit me Tim hit ah, wit the bang to the beat

Burnin' 'em wit the heat, it don't conser me, when nigga shit
They wanna learn me when they see me,I permanently
they shit internally 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
Toes and lows, bling I'm B.G.
I don't nigga help, shit, I write my own
gimme a beat and a muthafuckin' microphone

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

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

'Cause I do my thing, knots in a
Slap! Slap! Slap!
All up in your knogen,
I said, Slap! Slap! Slap!
All up in knogen

Nigga, Slap! Slap! Slap!
across your melon, easy