Luyện nghe bài hát Erotic Poetry

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Now, some people say that I'm too
The ones that know, I say, yeah, when 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 what time it is

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

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 brotha on the give it up to

For those who 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, make 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 that get straight to the point
I don't make love songs, 'cuz I do that

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

Hoe's give the jaw bone, 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 like to fuck, I like to it, like a man should, yo
This out to the hoe's who know of me
Trashy, but still classy, poetry
Now I say, bitch or hoe, I mean no disrespect

But the name Esham, you'll forget
So all you hoe's 'round, while I break it down
Esham's in the house, and I'm the talk of the
Now some hoe's think, I with the ink

But when you stop and think, how do I know pussy's pink?
got a dirty mind, and I love 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 left yo' crib, I and fucked yo' mother
do anything to please you

Anything you want me to do, just ask, and I'll you
goes out to those that know of me
Trashy, but still classy, 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 time I eleven, I bet ya cum
When you get fast go, you get a fuck card

And a guarantee that all the dick 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 I'll do to you that will make the average man throw up
Like put your foot and cut the with the mower
Lick it up high, then lick it lower
A shame, no shame to my game

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