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 message but I was outta state, yaknowhatI'msayin?
(Now I through, just like the hog I am)
It seems you need a 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 attitude her man)
How your man be treatin
(She me to get her in the mood)
I
(I had to hit her, I'm never scary 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 she's all on a tip
Cause you ain't givin' somethin that she needs
And that's good ass lovin, partner can't you see
She's bored no trust, she in the house all day
While you out there ballin, to have it the kingpin way
She no time, your schedule way too deep
You out the house everytime you get a beep
To all you ladies, sweet dark and
See players like me, I to taste the Easter bunny
I likes to lick you down, you self esteem
I'm the playboy you want, on your team
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 creep through yo' hood

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

Lookin at my oyster Rolex, browsin through my Rolodex
Baby left a verbal, want me to hit that girdle
Come on a tuck, while he's in the shower
Get it when he's with Rob and 'em, hours
Slumpin Johnnie Taylor,
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' the broom
It was seven years, and she was for ya
But did she love ya, or was she to ya
It my fault you got too attached
But don't me partner, check yo baitch
Wanna my name, call me 40 Pop Cherry
be yo huckleberry

I'm on yo mind, seven
When you at work, you me at eleven
And that's cool, my number won't be on yo' bill
Ohh baby girl all we wanna do is keep it
No hesitation, we play 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 away, while 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 turn her around, then the back that's when I hit it
But hittin it from the back ain't 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 that in years
right
And you done that in years

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