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

Yes, yes, and you don't stop
To the beat and you don't stop
Yes yes, y'all and you stop
1, 2, ya'll and you stop
Yes yes ya'll and you stop
And to the Com sense'll be the sure shot
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 throughout my life she would be there for me
On the regular, not a church girl she was
Not about the money, studs was mic checking her
But I her, she hit me in the heart
A few New niggas, had did her in the park
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, wishing that I 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 come around
Slim was fresh yo, she was underground
Original, pure, untampered, a sister
Boy I tell ya, I her

Yes, yes, and you don't stop
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 stop
And to the Com sense'll be the sure shot
on

Now periodically I see
Old at the clubs, and at the house parties
She have a body but she started getting thick quick
Did a couple of and became Afrocentric
Out goes the weave, in the braids beads medallions
She was on tip about stopping the violence
About my people she was me
By not preaching to me, but speaking to me in a that was leisurely
So I approach
She dug my rap, how we got close
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 should I in her way
She get her money in L.A
And she did stud, she got big pub but what was
She said the pro-black, was going out of style
She said, Afrocentricity, was of the
So she got R&B hip-house bass and jazz
Now black music is black music and it's all
I wasn't salty, she was with the in the hood
Cause that was good for her, she was becoming rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on freestyle shit
having fun, not worried about anyone
And you tell by how her titties hung

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

I might've to mention that this chick 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 it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs, looking rock and dressing
And on some dumb shit, she comes to the city
about popping Glocks serving rocks and hitting switches
Now she's a gangsta with gangsta bitches
Always smoking blunts and drunk
Telling me sad stories, now she only with the funk
Stressing how and "real" she is
She was the realest, before she got into showbiz
I did her, not to say that I did it
But I'm committed, but so many hit it
That she's just not the same all these groupies do her
I see niggas slamming her, and taking her to the
But I'mma her back hoping that the shit stop
Cause who I'm talking bout is hip-hop