Luyện nghe bài hát Erotic Poetry

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Now, people say that I'm too nasty
The ones that know, I say, yeah, when you ask me
The freakiest on the planet

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

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

freaks be askin', why I be taxin'
I dunno, the type of brotha I am
If your don't think I'ma fuck you, tell yo momma I am
I'm the dick 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, Esham's in the
I make the fuck songs that get to the point
I make love songs, 'cuz I don't do that

And if I bust a wack rap like that, 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 give the jaw bone, we all alone
So, I don't understand, you say I'ma nasty man
You should be sayin' nasty hoe, I like to do it slow
So I to hit ya like a man would

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

But the Esham, you'll 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 hoe's think, I exaggerate the ink

But you stop and think, how do I know your pussy's pink?
got a dirty mind, and I love hoe's
But my ideal of love is different from yours, and my love
Wham, bam, thank you

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

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

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

And a guarantee all night the dick will stay hard
Just if you run back, side to
Till ya cum, till ya cum no more from inside
If you say I'm nasty, you hoe's, you up

I'll do things to you that will make the average man throw up
Like put your foot and cut the grass the mower
Lick it up high, then lick it down
A shame, ain't no to my game

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