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

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

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

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

Now periodically I see
Old girl at the clubs, and at the house
She didn't have a but she started getting thick quick
Did a couple of videos and became
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads
She was on that tip about the violence
my people she was teaching me
By not to me, but speaking to me in a method that was leisurely
So I approach
She dug my rap, that's how we got
But then she broke to the West coast, and that was
Cause around the same time, I went 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 was foul
She that the pro-black, was going out of style
She said, Afrocentricity, was of the
So she got into R&B bass and jazz
Now black is black music and it's all good
I salty, she was with the boys in the hood
Cause that was for her, she was becoming well rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that shit
Just fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell by how her titties

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

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