Luyện nghe bài hát Erotic Poetry

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Now, some people say I'm too nasty
The ones don't know, I say, yeah, when 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, it's how it goes, so here goes,
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 pigs, but I like the reel feel
I'm not Vandross or Freddie Jackson

Some be askin', why I be taxin'
I dunno, the type of brotha I am
If your father don't think I'ma fuck you, tell yo I am
I'm the freaky dick 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, that make you wanna get me

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

And if I a wack rap like that, you'll say,"Who's that?"
A of hoe's didn't 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 understand, when you say I'ma nasty man
You should be sayin' nasty hoe, 'cuz I like to do it
So I like to hit ya 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 still classy, erotic
Now I say, bitch or hoe, I mean no disrespect

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

But when you stop and think, how do I know your pink?
got a dirty mind, and I love hoe's
But my ideal of love is different 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 love me like no
And when I yo' crib, I went and fucked yo' mother
do anything to please you

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

Play on top of me, while we do each other
a dice 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 free card

And a guarantee that all night the will stay hard
if you run back, side 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 do things to you that will make the average man throw up
Like put foot and cut the grass with the mower
Lick it up high, then it down lower
A shame, ain't no to my game

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