Luyện nghe bài hát Erotic Poetry

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

Sometimes, I even understand it, goddamn it
Young ladies, young bitches, young
Smack on your hoe, how it goes, so here goes, nothing
All you hoe's what time it is

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

Some be askin', why I be taxin'
I dunno, that's the type of I am
If father don't think I'ma fuck you, tell yo momma I am
I'm the freaky dick brotha on the 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, in the joint
I make the fuck that get straight 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 of hoe's didn't get it
I let the rhythm hit 'em, and loved the way I did 'em
I get freak bones, bust nuts on G

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

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

But the name Esham, never forget
So all you hoe's gather 'round, I break it down
Esham's in the house, and I'm the talk of the
Now hoe's 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 from yours, and my goes
Wham, bam, you ma'am

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

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

Play monopoly on top of me, while we do other
Roll a 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 free card

And a guarantee all night the dick will stay hard
Just if you run back, side to
ya cum, till 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 make the average 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 once and tellin' lies is
So I'll be mean to the who know of me
Still gettin' from the ladies, singin' erotic poetry