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 message but I was outta state, yaknowhatI'msayin?
(Now I come through, just 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 you?
(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 knowin this
She loves you dearly but all on a player's tip
Cause you ain't givin' somethin that she needs
And that's good ass lovin, partner can't you see
She's no trust, she sits in the house all day
you out there ballin, tryin 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 you down, give you self esteem
I'm the playboy you want, on your under
Yo' huckleberry, mackin Shot-ty
One of them of ballers on the same 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 some lovin, lovin girl
be yo' huckleberry, berry
And if you someone to talk to girl, talk to girl
You can call me on the under,

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

I'm on yo mind, twenty-four
When you at work, you calls me at
And that's cool, cause my number be on yo' bill
Ohh baby girl all we wanna do is it real
No hesitation, we wanna play game right
But if you feel me, we to have our game tight
So we can mob to the and champagne and all
Rub you to the camisole
One miles 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 from the that's when I hit it
But hittin it from the back always what I wanna do
I got ta do you hard, so you can tell crew
That that boy Shot knows how to...
He got you it up
And you ain't done that in
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 me, call me, all times of the day...