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

Hey now baby, how you been
You been fine?
You know you me last week
I got message 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 your man be treatin
(She me to get her in the mood)
I
(I had to hit her, I'm never scary 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
Cause you ain't givin' that she really needs
And that's that good ass lovin, can't you see
She's bored no trust, she in the house 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 you get a beep
To all you ladies, sweet and lovely
See players like me, I likes to taste the bunny
I to lick you down, give you self esteem
I'm the playboy you want, on under team
Yo' huckleberry, fast 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 need lovin, lovin girl
be yo' huckleberry, berry
And if you need someone to talk to girl, talk to
You can me on the under, under

Lookin at my perpetual Rolex, browsin through my Rolodex
Baby done left a verbal, want me to hit that
Come through on a tuck, he's in the shower
Get it when he's with Rob and 'em, after
Slumpin Taylor, regulatin
Cheatin in next room,
Demonstratin, new and improved
Legislatin, Erk and drinkin
But when you it, baby see you soon
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 check me partner, check yo
know my name, call me 40 Pop Cherry
I'll be yo

I'm on yo mind, twenty-four
When you at work, you me at eleven
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 feel me, we gots to have our game
So we can mob to the beach and and all
Rub you down to the
One hundred miles away, your man think you at work
boy Shot, is all up in these skirts
If there's a bluebird on my shoulder I hit it
I turn her around, then from the back that's I hit it
But hittin it from the back ain't always what I 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 done in years
right
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...