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

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

I met this girl, when I was ten old
And I loved most she had so much soul
She was old school, when I was a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be for me
On the regular, not a church she was secular
Not the money, those studs 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
Pull out a for her, turn on the air for her
And just cool out, cool out and to her
Sitting on a bone, that I could do her
Eventually if it was to be, then it would be
we related, physically 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 sister
Boy I ya, I miss her

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

Now I would see
Old at the clubs, and at the house parties
She didn't have a body but she getting thick quick
Did a of videos and became Afrocentric
Out the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions
She was on tip about stopping the violence
About my people she was me
By not preaching to me, but to me in a method that was leisurely
So easily I
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 away to
And I'm a man of expanding, so why I stand in her way
She probably get her in L.A
And she did stud, she got big pub but what was
She said that the pro-black, was out of style
She said, Afrocentricity, was of the
So she got into R&B bass and jazz
Now black music is black music and all good
I wasn't salty, she was the boys in the hood
Cause was good for her, she was becoming well rounded
I thought it was how she was on that freestyle shit
having fun, not worried about anyone
And you tell by how her titties hung

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