Luyện nghe bài hát Erotic Poetry

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Now, people say that I'm too nasty
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, hoe's
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 what kind of 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 freaks be askin', why I be
I dunno, that's the type of I am
If your father don't think I'ma fuck you, tell yo I am
I'm the freaky dick on the give 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 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 on G bones

Hoe's 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 like to it, like a man should, yo
This out to the hoe's who know of me
Trashy, but classy, erotic poetry
Now when I say, bitch or hoe, I mean no

But the name Esham, you'll never
So all you hoe's gather 'round, I break it down
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 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, thank you

When you wake up I'm and all you can say is, damn.
He me like, he love me like, he love me like no other
And I left yo' crib, I went and fucked yo' mother
I'll do anything to you

Anything you want me to do, just ask, and lead you
This goes out to those that of me
Trashy, but still classy, erotic
Now I got game, like Parker

monopoly on top of me, while we do each other
Roll a 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 free card

And a guarantee that all night the will stay hard
Just if you run back, to side
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
Like put foot 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 only live once and tellin' lies is
So I'll be mean to the people who of me
Still pussy from the ladies, singin' erotic poetry