Luyện nghe bài hát Erotic Poetry

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Now, some people say that I'm too
The ones don't know, I say, yeah, when you ask me
The freakiest on the planet

Sometimes, I don't even it, goddamn it
ladies, young bitches, young hoe's
Smack on your hoe, it's how it goes, so goes, nothing
All you know what time it is

You my dick, so you know what kind of rhyme it is
I get ill on the mic, but
I don't like pigs, but I like the reel
I'm not Vandross or Freddie Jackson

freaks be askin', why I be taxin'
I dunno, that's the of brotha I am
If father don't think I'ma fuck you, tell yo momma I am
I'm the freaky brotha on the give it up to

For who know of me, this is erotic poetry
Now I'm the K I S S I N G B A N D I T
E S H A M, is on the, M I C
Now I make the kinda poetry, make you wanna get with me

All the say,"Please won't you hit me?"
I'm not Casanova, in the joint
I the fuck songs that get straight to the point
I don't make love songs, 'cuz I don't do

And if I a wack rap like that, you'll say,"Who's that?"
A bunch of hoe's get it
I let the rhythm hit 'em, and they the way I did 'em
I get bones, bust nuts on G bones

Hoe's the jaw bone, when we all alone
So, I don't understand, you say I'ma nasty man
You should be sayin' hoe, 'cuz I like to do it slow
So I like to hit ya a man would

I to fuck, I like to fuck it, like a man should, yo
goes out to the hoe's who know of me
Trashy, but classy, erotic poetry
Now when I say, bitch or hoe, I no disrespect

But the name Esham, never forget
So all you gather 'round, while I break it down
in the house, and I'm the talk of the town
Now some think, I exaggerate with the ink

But when you stop and think, how do I know your pussy's
got a dirty mind, and I love hoe's
But my ideal of love is from yours, and my love goes
Wham, bam, you ma'am

you wake up I'm gone and all you can say is, damn.
He love me like, he love me like, he me like no other
And when I left yo' crib, I and fucked yo' mother
I'll do anything to you

Anything you want me to do, just ask, and lead you
This goes out to that know of me
Trashy, but still classy, erotic
Now I got game, like Parker

monopoly on top of me, while we do each other
Roll a dice on chest, I hit seven, I won
By the I roll eleven, I bet ya cum
you get fast go, you get a fuck free card

And a guarantee that all night the will stay hard
Just if you run back, to side
Till ya cum, till ya can't cum no more from
If you say I'm nasty, you hoe's, you up

'Cuz I'll do things to you that make the average man throw up
Like put your and cut the grass with the mower
Lick it up high, then it down lower
A shame, no shame to my game

'Cuz you only live once and lies is lame
So be mean to the people who know of me
gettin' pussy from the ladies, singin' erotic poetry