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

Hey now baby, how you been
You been fine?
You know you called me last
I got your message but I was outta state,
(Now I come through, just the hog I am)
It seems you need a little bit of excitement in life
(All up in her bedroom, one of my tunes)
I'm for you, don't sweat it
(She's got an against 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 you ain't knowin this
She loves you dearly but she's all on a tip
Cause you givin' somethin that she really needs
And that's good ass lovin, partner can't you see
bored no trust, she sits in the house all day
While you out there ballin, to have it the kingpin way
She gets no time, your schedule way too
You out the house everytime you get a beep
To all you ladies, sweet dark and
See players like me, I likes to taste the Easter
I likes to you down, give you self esteem
I'm the playboy you want, on your team
Yo' huckleberry, fast Shot-ty
One of them type of ballers on the level as Gotti
So all you tenders, it's all to the
So page me on the under and I'll through yo' hood

If you need some lovin, lovin
I'll be yo' huckleberry,
And if you need someone to talk to girl, to girl
You can me on the under, 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 in the shower
Get it when he's with Rob and 'em, hours
Slumpin Taylor, regulatin
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' the broom
It was years, and she was faithful for ya
But did she love ya, or was she to ya
It ain't my fault you got too
But don't check me partner, yo baitch
Wanna know my name, me 40 Pop Cherry
I'll be yo

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

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