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

Hey now baby, how you doin?
You been doin
You you called 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 excitement in your
(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 your man be treatin
(She me to get her in the mood)
I
(I had to hit her, I'm scary I'll be yo huckleberry!)
See you can call me any hour, 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 somethin that she really needs
And that good ass lovin, partner can't you see
She's no trust, she sits in the house all day
you out there ballin, tryin to have it the kingpin way
She gets no time, your way too deep
You out the house everytime you get a beep
To all you ladies, dark and lovely
See players me, I likes to taste the Easter bunny
I likes to lick you down, you self esteem
I'm the playboy you want, on under team
Yo' huckleberry, fast Shot-ty
One of them type of ballers on the same level as
So all you tenders, it's all to the
So page me on the under and creep through yo' hood

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

Lookin at my oyster Rolex, browsin through my Rolodex
Baby done left a verbal, me to hit that girdle
Come through on a tuck, he's 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 drinkin
But when you plug it, see you soon
You say one day, we gon' jump the
It was years, and she was faithful for ya
But did she ya, or was she used to ya
It my fault you got too attached
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, 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 play this 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 miles away, while man think you at work
boy Shot, is all up in these 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 from the back ain't always what I do
I got ta do you hard, so you can tell your
That that boy Shot knows how to...
He got you it up
And you done that in years
right
And you ain't 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...