Luyện nghe bài hát Slap! Slap! Slap!

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

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

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

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

lil', tryin' act bigga don't 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
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 bout to 'em

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

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

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

This [unverified] , I can't crawl for you
impossible, I make the rule
I pay the dues, I the pants
Bought the shoes, they too

wit me you lose, step to me and get brused
Your 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 boggada

Burnin' 'em wit the heat, it don't conser me, when nigga talk
just wanna learn me when they 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 nigga help, shit, I write my own
Just gimme a beat and a muthafuckin'

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

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

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