Luyện nghe bài hát (I'll Be Yo) Huckleberry

Hey now baby, how you doin?
You doin fine?
You know you called me last
I got message but I was outta state, yaknowhatI'msayin?
(Now I come through, just the hog I am)
It seems you a little bit of excitement in your life
(All up in her bedroom, one of my tunes)
I'm here for you, sweat it
(She's got an attitude her man)
How man be treatin you?
(She me to get her in the mood)
I
(I had to hit her, I'm never I'll be yo huckleberry!)
See you can call me any hour, how we do it

I'm in and out, and partner you ain't this
She you dearly but she's all on a player's tip
Cause you givin' somethin that she really needs
And that's that good ass lovin, partner you see
She's no trust, she sits in the house all day
While you out there ballin, to have it the kingpin way
She no time, your schedule way too deep
You leaves out the house you get a beep
To all you ladies, sweet and lovely
See players like me, I likes to taste the bunny
I likes to lick you down, give you esteem
I'm the you want, on your under team
Yo' huckleberry, mackin fast
One of them type of ballers on the same as Gotti
So all you tenders, all to the good
So page me on the under and creep through yo' hood

If you need some lovin, girl
be yo' huckleberry, berry
And if you need to talk to girl, talk to girl
You can me on the under, under

Lookin at my perpetual Rolex, browsin through my Rolodex
Baby left a verbal, want me to hit that girdle
Come through on a tuck, he's in the shower
Get it when he's with Rob and 'em, after
Johnnie Taylor, regulatin
Cheatin in next room,
Demonstratin, new and improved
Legislatin, Erk and booze
But when you it, baby see you soon
You say one day, we jump the broom
It was seven years, and she was for ya
But did she ya, or was she used to ya
It my fault you got too attached
But don't me partner, check yo baitch
Wanna my name, call me 40 Pop Cherry
I'll be yo

I'm on yo mind, seven
you at work, you calls me at eleven
And cool, cause my number won't be on yo' bill
Ohh baby all we wanna do is keep it real
No hesitation, we wanna play game right
But if you me, we gots to have our game tight
So we can mob to the beach and and all
Rub you to the camisole
One miles away, while your man think you at work
That boy Shot, is all up in skirts
If there's a bluebird on my shoulder I hit it
I turn her around, then from the that's when I hit it
But it from the back ain't always what I wanna do
I got ta do you hard, so you can tell your
that boy Shot knows how to... *uck
He got you it up
And you ain't that in years
That's
And you ain't that in years

Keep it on the under, on the under, no one has to
It's between me and you, take my number
You can call me, call me, all of the day...