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 nothing better than these buttas

It's like freakin' wit lova tryin' bust 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, never never

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

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

Y'all lil', act bigga don't y'all get the picture
Every freakin' year I wit something sicka
Fan's takin flick's get my picture
only 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 stay the 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 wanna get smacked right quick
Wit a upper cut like
I don't give a fuck if you like this
Still get to bust the right 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 cop the coup
What I'm to do, starve for you

This ain't , I can't crawl for you
That's impossible, I make the
I pay the dues, I the pants
Bought the shoes, they too

Fuck wit me you lose, step to me and get
Your chances are not few, none
So what I'm bitchy roll a phat blunt wit
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 talk
They just learn me when they see me,I permanently
Damage they internally 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 nigga help, shit, I write my own
Just gimme a beat and a muthafuckin'

Picture this shit me and Timbaland
We bout to it to the streets, but they chicken ran
Oh shit, it's gettin' kinda hot in
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 that right
And I get lil' boys for doe on prom night

'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!
Right across your melon,