Luyện nghe bài hát Erotic Poetry

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

Sometimes, I don't understand it, goddamn it
Young ladies, young bitches, hoe's
Smack on your hoe, how it goes, so here 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 Luther or Freddie Jackson

Some freaks be askin', why I be
I dunno, that's the type of I am
If your 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 the kinda poetry, that make you wanna get with me

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

And if I bust a rap like that, you'll say,"Who's that?"
A bunch of didn't get it
I let the hit 'em, and they loved the way I did 'em
I get freak bones, bust nuts on G

Hoe's give the jaw bone, when we all
So, I understand, when you say I'ma nasty man
You should be sayin' nasty hoe, I like to do it slow
So I like to hit ya a man would

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

But the Esham, you'll never forget
So all you hoe's gather 'round, while I break it
Esham's in the house, and I'm the talk of the
Now some hoe's think, I with the ink

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

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

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

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

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

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

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