Luyện nghe bài hát Erotic Poetry

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

Sometimes, I don't even it, goddamn it
Young ladies, young bitches, hoe's
on your hoe, it's 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 like the feel
I'm not Luther Vandross or Freddie

freaks be askin', why I be taxin'
I dunno, the type of brotha I am
If your father think I'ma fuck you, tell yo momma I am
I'm the freaky dick brotha on the 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, that you wanna get with me

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

And if I bust a wack rap like that, say,"Who's that?"
A bunch of hoe's get it
I let the rhythm hit 'em, and loved the way I did 'em
I get bones, bust nuts on G bones

give the jaw bone, when we all alone
So, I don't understand, when you say I'ma man
You should be sayin' 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
goes out to the hoe's who know of me
Trashy, but still classy, 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, while I it down
Esham's in the house, and I'm the talk of the
Now some think, I exaggerate with the ink

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

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 those that of me
Trashy, but classy, erotic poetry
Now I got game, like brothers

Play monopoly on top of me, while we do each
a dice 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 fuck free

And a guarantee that all night the will stay hard
Just if you run back, to side
Till ya cum, till ya cum no more from 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 your and cut the grass with the mower
Lick it up high, then lick it down
A shame, ain't no to my game

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