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 on the planet

Sometimes, I don't even it, goddamn it
Young ladies, bitches, young hoe's
Smack on your hoe, it's how it goes, so here goes,
All you hoe's know what it is

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

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

For those who know of me, this is erotic
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 rap like 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, bust nuts on G

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

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

But the Esham, you'll never forget
So all you gather 'round, while I break it down
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

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
do anything to please you

Anything you want me to do, just ask, and I'll 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, we do each other
Roll a on your chest, I hit seven, I won
By the I roll eleven, I bet ya cum
When you get go, you get a fuck free card

And a guarantee that all night the dick stay hard
if you run back, side 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 that will make the man throw up
put your foot and cut the grass with the mower
Lick it up high, lick it down lower
A shame, ain't no 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' pussy from the ladies, singin' erotic