Luyện nghe bài hát Who Am I?

Ed] (Da Diiiiiiiick)

I'm having a big problem, or should I say
With my faculty
My ain't acting right, as soon as I got this girl to act right
Seduced her to up the ass on the first night
Her name is Cynthia, hell of a body will send for ya
Backstage, D.C, had my go send for her
She me and she said
"I was just wondering why they 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 that
wait to undress ya, with your fine ass lookin' like Vanessa
5'11", light skin, eyes and convacios
Defintely lickable in delicate
Not though, strickly just to dick down
Got to the telly, honey laid down, pulled the pannies way
Ain't got time to waste now, she's tuggin' at my now
Dropped my pants, dropped my drawers, and it out
Inserted her mouth, she wrapped her head around the ear
She let me watch my disappear, reappear
I the cat, finger fucked it, she grabbed my hand and sucked it
And in the other hand but dick
I got my jim-hand but I tried to put it on
My was gone
I my dick "Attention salute"
But he didn't, insuborate
What happened to the rocka motherfucker?
Then he spoked, spoked me I almost
On my spit, this is
I'm at my piece like whose dick is this?
(Who Am I? I'm the nigga made you
I'm the reason why all the laid you
I got 'em doing all freaky shit they do
overdue)
Nigga hold up, reprations? (Yeah I it)
Now what you mean you got me (Oh I didn't get it?)
(Only you did was brag about me
Telling 'em how I'm hangin' like of the Boogie
All in the your raps, all in convo
you curosity straight from the get-go
You know, and I know, that she to know
And she ain't gonna go, she knows how long I grow)
I got it from the game I spit
I the mind way before she saw the dick
What you mean you made me? I'm the that the raps
Bust the gats (Yeah but I got the nuts to go do
Hoes I run that)
Fool when I walk in the spot be like who that?
(Nigga be lookin' at the bulge in your pants
The size of feet and hands, peepin' out your stance
Musclar, six pack, don't mean
leave your stupid ass if you go impatent
Nigga you ain't shit without me, can't do without me
every women loves a big fat stiffy
That she can sit on, and cream on
And if I rise up, best believe she's gone
Alot of women their cats licked
But it a backseat to some bomb dick
Even money won't do the trick, get tired of the shit
She'll start around hunting for some 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 extension
No matter you postition, just look at Clinton
Dykes you but buy me off the shelf)
Man fuck you (Nawl that's bad for your health
And while we on the topic, this bad hoe you stab
Can't with her dogg, she got crabs
And they'll get in my afro, oh no
Let's just from flacio, cause she'll go)
slams*