Luyện nghe bài hát Erotic Poetry

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

Sometimes, I even understand it, goddamn it
Young ladies, young bitches, young
Smack on your hoe, it's how it goes, so here goes,
All you hoe's know time it is

You know my dick, so you know kind of rhyme 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

freaks be askin', why I be taxin'
I dunno, that's the of brotha 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 know of me, 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 songs, 'cuz I don't do that

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

Hoe's 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 like to hit ya a man would

I like to fuck, I to fuck it, like a man should, yo
This goes out to the 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 never
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 your pussy's pink?
I've got a dirty mind, and I hoe's
But my ideal of is different from yours, and my love 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 love me like no
And when I left yo' crib, I went and fucked yo'
I'll do to please you

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

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

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