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

I met this girl, when I was ten old
And what I loved most she had so soul
She was old school, when I was just a
knew throughout my life she would be there for me
On the regular, not a church girl she was
Not about the money, those studs was mic 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
out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
And just cool out, out and listen to her
on a bone, wishing that I could do her
Eventually if it was meant to be, it would be
Cause we related, and mentally
And she was fun then, I'd be when she'd come around
was fresh yo, when she was underground
Original, pure, untampered, a sister
Boy I tell ya, I her

Yes, yes, y'all and you 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 and you don't stop
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 started getting quick
Did a couple of and became Afrocentric
Out goes the weave, in the braids beads medallions
She was on that tip stopping the violence
my people she was teaching me
By not to me, but speaking to me in a method that was leisurely
So easily I
She dug my rap, that's how we got
But then she to the West coast, and that was cool
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 what was
She said that the pro-black, was going out of
She said, Afrocentricity, was of the
So she got R&B hip-house bass and jazz
Now black is black music and it's all good
I wasn't salty, she was the boys in the hood
Cause that was good for her, she was well rounded
I thought it was how she was on that freestyle shit
Just fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell by how her hung

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

I failed to mention that this chick was creative
Once the man got to her, he altered her
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, universal
She to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs, looking and dressing hippie
And on dumb shit, when she comes to the city
Talking popping Glocks serving rocks and hitting switches
Now she's a rolling with gangsta bitches
Always smoking and getting drunk
Telling me sad stories, now she only fucks with the
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
she's just not the same letting all these groupies do her
I see niggas her, and taking her to the sewer
But I'mma take her back hoping the shit stop
Cause who I'm bout y'all is hip-hop