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

Hey now baby, how you been
You been fine?
You know you called me week
I got your but I was outta state, yaknowhatI'msayin?
(Now I come through, just the hog I am)
It seems you need a little bit of excitement in 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 never I'll be yo huckleberry!)
See you can me any hour, that's how we do it

I'm in and out, and partner you ain't this
She loves you dearly but 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 there ballin, tryin to it the kingpin way
She gets no time, schedule way too deep
You leaves out the house you get a beep
To all you ladies, sweet and lovely
See players like me, I to taste the Easter bunny
I to lick you down, give 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 level as
So all you tenders, all to the good
So page me on the under and I'll 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, through my Rolodex
Baby done left a verbal, want me to hit girdle
through on a tuck, while he's in the shower
Get it when with Rob and 'em, after hours
Slumpin Taylor, regulatin
in next room, fornicatin'
Demonstratin, new and improved
Legislatin, Erk and drinkin
But when you plug it, baby see you
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 ain't my fault you got too
But check me partner, check yo baitch
Wanna my name, call me 40 Pop Cherry
I'll be yo

I'm on yo mind, twenty-four
When you at work, you calls me at
And cool, cause my number won't be on yo' bill
Ohh baby girl all we do is keep it real
No hesitation, we wanna this game 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 your man you at work
That boy Shot, is all up in skirts
If there's a bluebird on my should I hit it
I turn her around, then from the that's when I hit it
But hittin it from the ain't always what I wanna do
I got ta do you hard, so you can your crew
That that boy Shot knows how to...
He got you it up
And you ain't done in years
right
And you ain't done that in

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