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

Hey now baby, how you been
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 need a little bit of in your life
(All up in her bedroom, one of my tunes)
I'm here for you, don't 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 I'll 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 you dearly but she's all on a player's tip
Cause you ain't givin' that she really needs
And that good ass lovin, partner can't you see
She's bored no trust, she in the house all day
While you out ballin, tryin to have it the kingpin way
She gets no time, your schedule way too
You leaves out the everytime you get a beep
To all you ladies, dark and lovely
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 under team
Yo' huckleberry, mackin Shot-ty
One of them type of ballers on the same as Gotti
So all you tenders, it's all to the
So me on the under and I'll creep through yo' hood

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

Lookin at my oyster perpetual Rolex, browsin through my
Baby done left a verbal, want me to hit that
Come through on a tuck, while in the shower
Get it he's with Rob and 'em, after hours
Slumpin Johnnie Taylor,
Cheatin in next room,
Demonstratin, new and improved
Legislatin, Erk and booze
But when you it, baby see you soon
You say one day, we jump the broom
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 check me partner, check yo
Wanna my name, call me 40 Pop Cherry
be yo huckleberry

I'm on yo mind, twenty-four
When you at work, you me at eleven
And that's cool, cause my number won't be on yo'
Ohh baby girl all we wanna do is keep it
No hesitation, we wanna play this game
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, while your man 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 it from the back ain't always what I wanna do
I got ta do you hard, so you can tell your
That that boy Shot how to... *uck
He got you it up
And you ain't done that in
That's
And you done that in years

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