Luyện nghe bài hát (I'll Be Yo) Huckleberry

Hey now baby, how you doin?
You been fine?
You know you called me last
I got your but I was outta state, yaknowhatI'msayin?
(Now I through, just like the hog I am)
It seems you a little bit of excitement in your life
(All up in her bedroom, one of my tunes)
I'm for you, don't sweat it
(She's got an attitude her man)
How man be treatin you?
(She me to get her in the mood)
I
(I had to hit her, I'm never I'll be yo huckleberry!)
See you can me any hour, that's how we do it

I'm in and out, and partner you ain't this
She you dearly but she's all on a player's tip
you ain't givin' somethin that she really needs
And that's that good ass lovin, can't you see
bored no trust, she sits in the house all day
While you out there ballin, tryin to have it the way
She gets no time, your schedule way too
You leaves out the house everytime you get a
To all you ladies, sweet and lovely
See players like me, I likes to the Easter bunny
I likes to lick you down, give you self
I'm the playboy you want, on your team
Yo' huckleberry, mackin fast
One of them type of on the same level as Gotti
So all you tenders, all to the good
So page me on the under and creep through yo' hood

If you need some lovin, girl
I'll be yo' huckleberry,
And if you need someone to to girl, talk to girl
You can call me on the under,

Lookin at my oyster Rolex, browsin through my Rolodex
Baby done a verbal, want me to hit that girdle
Come through on a tuck, while he's in the
Get it he's with Rob and 'em, after hours
Slumpin Johnnie Taylor,
Cheatin in room, fornicatin'
Demonstratin, new and moves
Legislatin, Erk and booze
But when you plug it, baby see you
You say one day, we gon' jump the
It was seven years, and she was for ya
But did she ya, or was she used to ya
It ain't my fault you got too
But don't me partner, check yo baitch
Wanna know my name, call me 40 Pop
be yo huckleberry

I'm on yo mind, seven
When you at work, you me at eleven
And that's cool, cause my number be on yo' bill
Ohh baby girl all we wanna do is keep it
No hesitation, we wanna play this right
But if you feel me, we gots to have our tight
So we can mob to the beach and and all
Rub you to the camisole
One hundred miles away, while your man think you at
That boy Shot, is all up in these
If there's a bluebird on my should I hit it
I her around, then from the back that's when I hit it
But hittin it from the back ain't what I wanna do
I got ta do you hard, so you can tell your
That boy Shot knows how to... *uck
He got you it up
And you ain't done that in
That's
And you ain't done that in

Keep it on the under, on the under, no one has to
It's me and you, take my pager number
You can call me, call me, all of the day...