Luyện nghe bài hát Who Am I?

Ed] (Da Diiiiiiiick)

I'm having a big problem, or I say difficulty?
With my body's
My wood ain't acting right, as as I got this girl to act right
Seduced her to give up the ass on the night
Her name is Cynthia, hell of a body will send for ya
Backstage, D.C, had my go send for her
She spotted me and she
"I was wondering why they call you Big Ed?"
Now that's the million dollar hon'
Let just say in the I'm known to make a run
Forget about it, cause I'll hit you with pressure
Can't wait to undress ya, with your ass lookin' like Vanessa
5'11", light skin, green and convacios
Defintely lickable in delicate
Not though, strickly just to dick down
Got to the telly, honey laid down, pulled the way down
Ain't got to waste now, she's tuggin' at my waist now
Dropped my pants, my drawers, and whipped it out
Inserted into her mouth, she wrapped her head the ear
She let me watch my disappear, reappear
I rubbed the cat, finger it, she grabbed my hand and sucked it
And in the hand nothing but dick
I got my but when I tried to put it on
My was gone
I told my "Attention salute"
But he didn't, motherucker
What to the rocka rocka motherfucker?
Then he spoked, spoked me I almost
On my spit, this is
I'm looking at my piece like whose dick is
(Who Am I? I'm the nigga made you
I'm the reason why all the honies you
I got 'em all that freaky shit they do
overdue)
Nigga hold up, (Yeah I said it)
Now you mean you got me pussy? (Oh I didn't get it?)
(Only you did was brag about me
'em how I'm hangin' like Nights of the Boogie
All in the raps, all in your convo
you curosity straight from the get-go
You know, and I know, that she to know
And she gonna go, until she knows how long I grow)
Nigga I got it from the I spit
I enticed the mind way she saw the dick
What you you made me? I'm the that bust the raps
Bust the gats (Yeah but I got the to go do that
Hoes I run that)
Fool when I in the spot they be like who that?
(Nigga they be lookin' at the in your pants
The size of your feet and hands, out your stance
Musclar, six pack, don't shit
They leave your ass if you go impatent
Nigga you ain't without me, can't do shit without me
every women loves a big fat stiffy
That she can sit on, and cream on
And if I don't rise up, best she's gone
Alot of women want their cats
But it takes a backseat to some bomb
Even money won't do the trick, she'll get of the shit
She'll start sneaking around hunting for dick
The want from you to shit, fix shit
You wouldn't be if you weren't attached to dick
I'm in control, I'm the brain's
No matter you postition, just at Bill Clinton
hate you but buy me off the shelf)
Man nigga fuck you (Nawl bad for your health
And we on the topic, this bad hoe you wanna stab
Can't fuck her dogg, she got crabs
And get in my afro, oh hell no
Let's just bust from flacio, she'll go)
slams*