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, 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 met girl, when I was ten years old
And what I most she had so much soul
She was old school, when I was a shorty
Never knew throughout my she would be there for me
On the regular, not a girl she was secular
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 there for me, and I was for her
Pull out a chair for her, on the air for her
And just cool out, cool out and to her
Sitting on a bone, wishing that I 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 sister
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, and you don't stop
Yes yes ya'll and you don't
And to the beat Com sense'll be the shot
on

Now I would see
Old girl at the clubs, and at the parties
She didn't have a body but she getting thick quick
Did a couple of and became Afrocentric
Out the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions
She was on that tip about stopping the
my people she was teaching 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 she broke to the West coast, and that was cool
Cause around the same time, I away to school
And I'm a man of expanding, so why I stand 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 into R&B hip-house and jazz
Now black music is black music and it's all
I salty, she was with the boys in the hood
Cause that was good for her, she was 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, and you don't stop
To the beat ya'll and you stop
Yes yes, y'all and you don't
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 failed to mention 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 make money, and she did it a dummy
Now I see her in commercials, she's
She used to only swing it the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs, rock and dressing hippie
And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the
Talking about popping Glocks serving and hitting switches
Now she's a gangsta rolling with gangsta
Always blunts and getting drunk
Telling me sad stories, now she only fucks the funk
how hardcore 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 niggas hit it
That she's just not the letting all these groupies do her
I see niggas slamming her, and taking her to the
But I'mma take her hoping that the shit stop
Cause who I'm talking bout y'all is