Luyện nghe bài hát Slap! Slap! Slap!

Me and my
Run through the gutter down shutter
As the beat goes, dun dun dun
Ain't nothing better than these buttas

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

Talkin' hard as a cock but is light as a
suspect hoe's 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 your melon,
(Nigga,Slap! Slap!)
(Right your melon, easy)

Y'all lil', act bigga don't y'all get the picture
freakin' year I come wit something sicka
Fan's takin flick's get my picture
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 and stay the fuck in
Fell the rhythm, I'm to kill 'em

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

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

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

ain't [unverified] , I can't crawl for you
That's impossible, I make the
I pay the dues, I the pants
the shoes, they Prada too

Fuck wit me you lose, 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 me, when nigga talk shit
They just learn me when they see me,I permanently
Damage shit internally and Slap! Slap! Slap!
'Em right across the

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

I'm the M S J A D E
and lows, bling like I'm B.G.
I know nigga help, shit, I write my own
gimme a beat and a muthafuckin' microphone

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

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

'Cause I do my thing, 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 your melon, easy