Luyện nghe bài hát Erotic Poetry

Yo, this out
Now, people say that I'm too nasty
The that don't know, I say, yeah, when you ask me
The brotha on the planet

Sometimes, I don't understand it, goddamn it
Young ladies, bitches, young hoe's
Smack on hoe, it's how it goes, so here goes, nothing
All you hoe's know time it is

You know my dick, so you know what of rhyme it is
I get ill on the mic, but
I don't like pigs, but I the reel feel
I'm not Vandross or Freddie Jackson

Some be askin', why I be taxin'
I dunno, that's the of brotha I am
If your father don't think fuck you, tell yo momma I am
I'm the freaky dick brotha on the it up to

For who know of me, this is erotic poetry
Now I'm the K I S S I N G B A N D I T
E S H A M, is on the, M I C
Now I make the poetry, that make you wanna get with me

All the hoe's say,"Please you hit me?"
I'm not Casanova, Esham's in the
I make the fuck that get straight to the point
I don't love songs, 'cuz I don't do that

And if I bust a wack rap like that, say,"Who's that?"
A of hoe's didn't get it
I let the hit 'em, and they loved the way I did 'em
I get freak bones, bust on G bones

Hoe's the jaw bone, when we all alone
So, I don't understand, when you say nasty man
You be sayin' nasty hoe, 'cuz I like to do it slow
So I like to hit ya a man would

I to fuck, I like to fuck it, like a man should, yo
goes out to the hoe's who know of me
Trashy, but classy, erotic poetry
Now I say, bitch or hoe, I mean no disrespect

But the name Esham, you'll never
So all you hoe's gather 'round, while I break it
in the house, and I'm the talk of the town
Now some think, I exaggerate with the ink

But when you stop and think, how do I know your pussy's
I've got a dirty mind, and I hoe's
But my ideal of love is different from yours, and my goes
Wham, bam, thank you

When you up I'm gone and all you can say is, damn.
He love me like, he me like, he love me like no other
And I left yo' crib, I went and fucked yo' mother
do anything to please you

Anything you want me to do, ask, and I'll lead you
This goes out to those that of me
Trashy, but still classy, erotic
Now I got game, Parker brothers

Play monopoly on top of me, while we do each
a dice on your chest, I hit seven, I won
By the time I eleven, I bet ya cum
you get fast go, you get a fuck free card

And a that all night the dick will stay hard
if you run back, side to side
Till ya cum, till ya cum no more from inside
If you say I'm nasty, you hoe's, you up

'Cuz I'll do things to you that will the average man throw up
Like put your foot and cut the grass the mower
Lick it up high, then it down lower
A shame, no shame to my game

'Cuz you only live once and tellin' is lame
So I'll be mean to the people who of me
Still gettin' pussy from the ladies, erotic poetry