Luyện nghe bài hát Slap! Slap! Slap!

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

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

Talkin' as a cock but is light as a feather
Y'all hoe's y'all suspect hoe's
off your clothe y'all 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)

lil', tryin' act bigga don't y'all get the picture
Every freakin' year I wit something sicka
Fan's takin flick's wanna get my
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 stay the in
the rhythm, I'm bout to kill 'em

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

You don't wanna get right quick
Wit a upper cut this
I don't give a fuck if you don't like
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 the boots,but at lease cop the coup
What I'm post to do, for you

This ain't , I can't crawl for you
That's impossible, I the rule
I pay the dues, I wear the
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 a phat 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 wanna learn me they see me,I permanently
Damage they internally and Slap! Slap! Slap!
'Em across the melon

Nigga, Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon,

I'm the M S J A D E
Toes and lows, like I'm B.G.
I don't nigga help, shit, I write my own
Just a beat and a muthafuckin' microphone

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

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