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

Hey now baby, how you doin?
You been doin
You know you me last week
I got your message but I was state, yaknowhatI'msayin?
(Now I come through, just the hog I am)
It seems you a little 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 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 you dearly but she's all on a player's tip
you ain't givin' somethin that she really needs
And that's that good ass lovin, can't you see
bored no trust, she sits in the house all day
While you out there ballin, tryin to have it the way
She gets no time, schedule way too deep
You leaves out the everytime you get a beep
To all you ladies, dark and lovely
See players like me, I to taste the Easter bunny
I likes to lick you down, give you esteem
I'm the playboy you want, on your under
Yo' huckleberry, mackin fast
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 creep yo' hood

If you need lovin, lovin girl
I'll be yo' huckleberry,
And if you someone to talk to girl, talk to girl
You can call me on the 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 with Rob and 'em, after hours
Johnnie Taylor, regulatin
Cheatin in next room,
Demonstratin, new and moves
Legislatin, Erk and booze
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 love ya, or was she to ya
It ain't my you got too attached
But don't me partner, check yo baitch
Wanna know my name, call me 40 Pop
be yo huckleberry

I'm on yo mind, twenty-four
When you at work, you calls me at
And that's cool, my number won't be on yo' bill
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 have our game
So we can mob to the beach and and all
Rub you to the camisole
One hundred miles away, your man think you at work
That boy Shot, is all up in skirts
If there's a on my shoulder should 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 that in
That's
And you ain't done that in

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, me, all times of the day...