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

Hey now baby, how you been
You doin fine?
You know you me last week
I got your but I was outta 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 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 scary I'll be yo huckleberry!)
See you can call me any hour, 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
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
While you out 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, sweet and lovely
See players like me, I likes to taste the Easter
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 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 need someone to talk to girl, talk to
You can me on the under, under

Lookin at my oyster perpetual Rolex, browsin my Rolodex
Baby done a verbal, want me to hit that girdle
Come through on a tuck, 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 moves
Legislatin, Erk and drinkin
But when you plug it, 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 my fault you got too attached
But don't check me partner, yo baitch
Wanna my name, call me 40 Pop Cherry
be yo huckleberry

I'm on yo mind, seven
When you at work, you calls me at
And that's cool, cause my won't be on yo' bill
Ohh baby all we wanna do is keep it real
No hesitation, we wanna play this 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, while your man 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 ain't always what I wanna do
I got ta do you hard, so you can tell your
That that boy knows how to... *uck
He got you it up
And you ain't done that in
That's
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 call me, me, all times of the day...