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 brotha on the planet

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

You know my dick, so you know kind 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 be askin', why I be taxin'
I dunno, the type of brotha 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 songs that get straight to the point
I make love songs, 'cuz I don't do that

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

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

I to fuck, I like to fuck it, like 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 mean no

But the name Esham, you'll forget
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 hoe's think, I exaggerate the ink

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

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

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

monopoly on top of me, while we do each other
Roll a dice on chest, I hit seven, I won
By the I roll eleven, I bet ya cum
you get fast go, you get a fuck 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 from inside
If you say I'm nasty, you hoe's, you up

I'll 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, lick it down lower
A shame, no shame to my game

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