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

Hey now baby, how you doin?
You been fine?
You know you me last week
I got message but I was outta state, yaknowhatI'msayin?
(Now I come through, like the hog I am)
It seems you need a bit of excitement in your life
(All up in her bedroom, one of my tunes)
I'm here for you, sweat it
(She's got an attitude her man)
How your man be 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 me any hour, that's 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
you ain't 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 no time, your schedule way too deep
You leaves out the house everytime you get a
To all you ladies, sweet dark and
See like me, I likes to taste the Easter bunny
I likes to lick you down, you self esteem
I'm the playboy you want, on your team
Yo' huckleberry, mackin Shot-ty
One of them type of ballers on the same level as
So all you tenders, all to the good
So page me on the and I'll creep through yo' hood

If you need some lovin, girl
I'll be yo' huckleberry,
And if you need to talk to girl, talk to girl
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 on a tuck, while he's in the shower
Get it when he's Rob and 'em, after hours
Slumpin Taylor, regulatin
Cheatin in next room,
Demonstratin, new and improved
Legislatin, Erk and booze
But when you plug it, see you soon
You say one day, we gon' jump the
It was seven years, and she was for ya
But did she love ya, or was she to ya
It my fault you got too attached
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
you at work, you calls me at eleven
And that's cool, cause my number won't be on yo'
Ohh girl all we wanna do is keep it real
No hesitation, we wanna play game right
But if you feel me, we gots to our game tight
So we can mob to the and champagne and all
Rub you to the camisole
One miles 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 her around, then from the back that's when I hit it
But hittin it from the back always 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 in years
That's
And you ain't done in years

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...