Luyện nghe bài hát Erotic Poetry

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

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

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

Some be askin', why I be taxin'
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 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, make you wanna get with me

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

give the jaw bone, when we all alone
So, I don't understand, when you say 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 fuck it, a man should, yo
goes out to the hoe's who know of me
Trashy, but still classy, erotic
Now when I say, bitch or hoe, I mean no

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

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

When you wake up I'm and all you can say is, damn.
He love me like, he me like, he love me like 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 classy, erotic poetry
Now I got game, Parker brothers

monopoly on top of me, while we do each other
Roll a dice on chest, I hit seven, I won
By the time I eleven, I bet ya cum
When you get go, you get a fuck free card

And a guarantee that all night the dick will stay
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

I'll do things to you that will make the average man throw up
Like put your foot and cut the grass with the
it up high, then lick it down lower
A shame, no shame to my game

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