Luyện nghe bài hát Erotic Poetry

Yo, this out
Now, some people say that I'm too
The ones that don't know, I say, yeah, you ask me
The freakiest on the planet

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

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

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

For those who know of me, 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 kinda poetry, make you wanna get with me

All the say,"Please won't you hit me?"
I'm not Casanova, in the joint
I make the fuck that get straight to the point
I don't make love songs, 'cuz I 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 bones, bust nuts on G bones

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

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

But the name Esham, never forget
So all you gather 'round, while I break it down
Esham's in the house, and I'm the talk of the
Now some hoe's think, I 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 yours, and my love goes
Wham, bam, thank you

you wake up I'm gone and all you can say is, damn.
He love me like, he love me like, he 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
goes out to those that know of me
Trashy, but still classy, erotic
Now I got game, like Parker

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

And a guarantee that all night the dick stay hard
if you run back, side to side
Till ya cum, ya can't 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 with the
it up high, then lick it down lower
A shame, ain't no to my game

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