Luyện nghe bài hát Erotic Poetry

Yo, this out
Now, some people say that I'm too
The ones don't 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
on your hoe, it's how it goes, so here goes, nothing
All you hoe's know what 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 the reel feel
I'm not Vandross or Freddie Jackson

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 make you wanna get me

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

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

give the jaw bone, when we all alone
So, I understand, when you say I'ma nasty man
You should be sayin' nasty hoe, 'cuz I like to do it
So I to hit ya like a man would

I like to fuck, I to fuck it, like 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 no disrespect

But the Esham, you'll never forget
So all you hoe's gather 'round, while I it down
in the house, and I'm the talk of the town
Now hoe's think, I exaggerate 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 love is different yours, and my love goes
Wham, bam, you ma'am

When you up I'm gone and all you can say is, damn.
He me like, he love me like, he love me like no other
And when I yo' crib, I went 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, erotic
Now I got game, Parker brothers

Play monopoly on top of me, 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 fuck card

And a guarantee that all the dick will stay hard
if you run back, side 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 it down lower
A shame, ain't no to my game

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