Luyện nghe bài hát I Used to Love H. E. R.

Yes, yes, y'all and you stop
To the beat ya'll and you stop
Yes yes, y'all and you stop
1, 2, ya'll and you don't
Yes yes ya'll and you stop
And to the Com sense'll be the sure shot
on

I met girl, when I was ten years old
And I loved most she had so much soul
She was old school, I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be for me
On the regular, not a church she was secular
Not about the money, those was mic checking her
But I her, she hit me in the heart
A few New York niggas, had did her in the
But she was there for me, and I was for her
out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
And just cool out, cool out and to her
Sitting on a bone, wishing I could do her
Eventually if it was to be, then it would be
Cause we related, and mentally
And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd come
Slim was fresh yo, she was underground
Original, pure, untampered, a down
Boy I ya, I miss her

Yes, yes, and you don't stop
To the ya'll and you don't stop
Yes yes, y'all and you don't
1, 2, ya'll and you don't
Yes yes ya'll and you stop
And to the beat Com sense'll be the sure
on

Now periodically I see
Old girl at the clubs, and at the parties
She didn't have a but she started getting thick quick
Did a couple of and became Afrocentric
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids medallions
She was on tip about stopping the violence
About my she was teaching me
By not preaching to me, but speaking to me in a method was leisurely
So I approach
She dug my rap, that's how we got
But she broke to the West coast, and that was cool
Cause around the time, I went away to school
And I'm a man of expanding, so why should I in her way
She probably get her in L.A
And she did stud, she got big pub but what was
She that the pro-black, was going out of style
She said, Afrocentricity, was of the
So she got into R&B hip-house bass and
Now music is black music and it's all good
I salty, she was with the boys in the hood
that was good for her, she was becoming well rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on freestyle shit
Just fun, not worried about anyone
And you tell by how her titties hung

Yes, yes, y'all and you stop
To the beat ya'll and you don't
Yes yes, y'all and you don't
1, 2, ya'll and you stop
Yes yes ya'll and you don't
And to the beat Com sense'll be the shot
on

I might've failed to mention that this was creative
Once the man got to her, he her native
her if she got an image and a gimmick
That she could money, and she did it like a dummy
Now I see her in commercials, universal
She used to only swing it the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs, looking rock and hippie
And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the
Talking about Glocks serving rocks and hitting switches
Now a gangsta rolling with gangsta bitches
Always blunts and getting drunk
Telling me sad stories, now she only fucks the funk
Stressing how and "real" she is
She was really the realest, before she got into
I did her, not just to say I did it
But I'm committed, but so many hit it
That she's just not the same letting all these do her
I see niggas slamming her, and taking her to the
But I'mma take her back that the shit stop
Cause who I'm talking y'all is hip-hop