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

Hey now baby, how you been
You been fine?
You know you called me week
I got your but I was outta state, yaknowhatI'msayin?
(Now I through, just like the hog I am)
It seems you need a little bit of in your 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 scary be yo huckleberry!)
See you can call me any hour, how we do it

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

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

Lookin at my oyster perpetual Rolex, through my Rolodex
Baby done left a verbal, want me to hit girdle
Come through on a tuck, while he's in the
Get it when he's with Rob and 'em, after
Slumpin Taylor, regulatin
in next room, fornicatin'
Demonstratin, new and improved
Legislatin, Erk and drinkin
But you plug it, baby see you soon
You say one day, we jump the broom
It was seven years, and she was 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
know my name, call me 40 Pop Cherry
I'll be yo

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

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