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

Hey now baby, how you doin?
You been fine?
You you called me last week
I got your message but I was state, yaknowhatI'msayin?
(Now I through, just like 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, sweat it
(She's got an against her man)
How your man be you?
(She me to get her in the mood)
I
(I had to hit her, I'm never scary 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 loves you but she's all on a player's tip
Cause you givin' somethin that she really needs
And that's that 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 gets no time, schedule way too deep
You leaves out the house everytime you get a
To all you ladies, dark and lovely
See players like me, I likes to taste the bunny
I likes to lick you down, give you esteem
I'm the you want, on your under team
Yo' huckleberry, fast Shot-ty
One of them type of ballers on the same level as
So all you tenders, it's all to the
So page me on the under and I'll creep yo' hood

If you some 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 oyster perpetual Rolex, browsin through my
Baby done a verbal, want me to hit that girdle
through on a tuck, while he's in the shower
Get it when he's Rob and 'em, after hours
Slumpin Johnnie Taylor,
Cheatin in 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 years, and she was faithful for ya
But did she ya, or was she used to ya
It ain't my fault you got too
But don't me partner, check yo baitch
Wanna know my name, me 40 Pop Cherry
be yo huckleberry

I'm on yo mind, twenty-four
you at work, you calls me at eleven
And that's cool, cause my number won't be on yo'
Ohh baby girl all we do is keep it real
No hesitation, we wanna this 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 away, while your man think 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 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 boy Shot knows how to... *uck
He got you it up
And you ain't that in years
right
And you ain't 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 me, call me, all times of the day...