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
her to give up the ass on the first night
Her name is Cynthia, hell of a that will send for ya
Backstage, D.C, had my niggas go for her
She spotted me and she
"I was just why they call you Big Ed?"
Now the million dollar question hon'
Let just say in the I'm known to make a run
Forget about it, cause I'll hit you with pressure
wait to undress ya, with your fine ass lookin' like Vanessa
5'11", light skin, green and convacios
lickable in delicate places
Not tonight though, strickly just to dick
Got to the telly, honey laid down, the pannies way down
Ain't got time to now, she's tuggin' at my waist now
my pants, dropped my drawers, and whipped it out
Inserted into her mouth, she wrapped her head the ear
She let me my dick disappear, reappear
I rubbed the cat, finger it, she grabbed my hand and sucked it
And in the other nothing but dick
I got my jim-hand but when I to put it on
My hard-on was
I told my "Attention salute"
But he didn't, insuborate
What happened to the rocka rocka
Then he spoked, spoked me I choked
On my spit, is ricdoulous
I'm looking at my piece like dick is this?
(Who Am I? I'm the that made you
I'm the reason why all the honies you
I got 'em doing all freaky shit they do
overdue)
Nigga up, reprations? (Yeah I said it)
Now you mean you got me pussy? (Oh I didn't get it?)
(Only thing you did was brag me
Telling 'em how I'm like Nights of the Boogie
All in the raps, all in your convo
you building curosity straight the get-go
You know, and I know, that she to know
And she ain't gonna go, she knows how long I grow)
Nigga I got it from the I spit
I enticed the mind way before she saw the
What you mean you made me? I'm the that the raps
Bust the gats (Yeah but I got the to go do that
Hoes I run that)
when I walk in the spot they be like who that?
(Nigga they be lookin' at the in your pants
The size of feet and hands, peepin' out your stance
Musclar, six pack, don't shit
They your stupid ass if you go impatent
Nigga you ain't without me, can't do shit without me
Cause every women a big fat stiffy
she can sit on, direct and cream on
And if I don't rise up, best believe gone
Alot of women want cats licked
But it takes a backseat to some dick
Even won't do the trick, she'll get tired of the shit
She'll sneaking around hunting for some dick
The from you to lift shit, fix shit
You wouldn't be if you weren't attached to dick
I'm in control, I'm the extension
No you postition, just look at Bill Clinton
Dykes you but buy me off the shelf)
Man nigga fuck you (Nawl that's bad for health
And we on the topic, this bad hoe you wanna stab
Can't fuck with her dogg, she got
And get in my afro, oh hell no
just bust from flacio, cause she'll go)
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