Luyện nghe bài hát Slap! Slap! Slap!

Me and my
Run through the gutter breakin' down
As the beat goes, dun dun dun
Ain't better than these favorite buttas

It's like freakin' wit your lova tryin' his rubba
Have him have him undercover like he he never
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 y'all hoe's
Takin' off your clothe reject hoe's
Fell the rhythm, I'm to kill '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
Every freakin' year I come wit something
Fan's takin flick's wanna get my
only 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 stay the in
Fell the rhythm, I'm to kill 'em

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

You don't wanna get smacked quick
Wit a upper cut this
I give a fuck 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 the rule
I pay the dues, I the pants
the shoes, they Prada 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 to the boggada beat

Burnin' 'em wit the heat, it don't conser me, nigga talk shit
They just wanna learn me when see me,I permanently
Damage they shit 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

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

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

I do my thing, knots in a pocket
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