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 don't
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 met this girl, 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 my life she would be there for me
On the regular, not a church girl she was
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
out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
And just cool out, cool out and to her
on a bone, wishing 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 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, 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 and you don't stop
And to the beat Com sense'll be the sure
on

Now I would see
Old girl at the clubs, and at the house
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 that tip about stopping the
About my 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, how we got close
But she broke to the West coast, and that was cool
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 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 music is black music and it's all good
I wasn't salty, she was with the boys in the
that was good for her, she was becoming well rounded
I thought it was how she was on that freestyle shit
Just fun, not worried about anyone
And you could by how her titties hung

Yes, yes, and you don't stop
To the ya'll and you don't stop
Yes yes, y'all and you stop
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 might've failed to that this chick was creative
Once the man got to her, he altered her
Told her if she got an and a gimmick
That she make money, and she did it like a dummy
Now I see her in commercials, she's
She to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs, looking and dressing hippie
And on some shit, when she comes to the city
Talking about popping Glocks rocks and hitting switches
Now she's a gangsta rolling with gangsta
Always smoking 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 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 her to the sewer
But take her back hoping that the shit stop
who I'm talking bout y'all is hip-hop