Luyện nghe bài hát Erotic Poetry

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

Sometimes, I don't understand it, goddamn it
ladies, young bitches, young hoe's
Smack on your hoe, how it goes, so here goes, nothing
All you hoe's know 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 pigs, but I like the reel feel
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 those who know of me, 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 poetry, that 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 that get straight to the point
I don't love songs, 'cuz I don't do that

And if I bust a wack rap that, you'll say,"Who's that?"
A of hoe's didn't get it
I let the hit 'em, and they loved the way I did 'em
I get freak bones, 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 like to hit ya like a man

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

But the name Esham, you'll forget
So all you hoe's gather 'round, I break it down
in the house, and I'm the talk of the town
Now hoe's think, I exaggerate with the ink

But when you and think, how do I know your pussy's pink?
got a dirty mind, and I love hoe's
But my of love is different 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 me like, he love me like no other
And when I left yo' crib, I went and yo' mother
I'll do to please you

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

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

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

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

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