Luyện nghe bài hát Truly Yours

Yeah here we go, just go with the
I wanna say something this girl I know
She tried to play me out, though, it out

This I dedicate to the I hate
a piece of my mind rhyme put on a plate
So yo, go ahead swinger, I'm putting up my finger
I'm not sad or mad, I feel anger
You're not all that fly trying to the role
I had that looked better on the hoe stroll
Working night patrol, you know what I
I get and still wear Jordache jeans
You thought your drug-dealing man was better
he always came and got you in a plush Jetta
Or an Audi, a Benz, or a
You think G. Rap was going that far
I'm here to tell of, because you I fell off
And now if you're riding the tip, get the hell off
You wanted to leave because you didn't believe that I would
you had something up your sleve
Perhaps you might have I'm a dreamer with a fat head
Now you're stuck a baby from a crack head
to my shows, you want to check to see if I wreck it
The record your man got is a jail record
I know you him a lot because he's a big shot
The only picture you got is his mug
I'm on a label well know singers in it
Look, your man's getting booked and
Polo drives a Benz from state to
By the way, guess who made his license
Thought I was finished, down, going the blues
a hundred dollars, go buy some new shoes
Go ahead good looking, you can booking
>From my I'll never get my title tooken
So you got a little 9 to 5, so
What do you do for a living, cold cuts?
You look slick, but you know Tom and Dick
You're more quick than a from a porno flick
While you scrub floors, I go on
me, G Rap, yo, truly yours

(Yo G man! You diss her man. I heard he's a homo jimmy man!)

Listen up money, or I say honey?
You're looking more sweeter a Playboy bunny
Fingernails filed, your hair is
And the gear you wear looks hot and wild
Everybody is he, some kind of sissy?
Your name was "Moose" but now they you "Missy"
or day lights, you fall for the gay rights
I thought you would bright, but now you wanna play fight
With men, and Len, your real close
But you wouldn't be his friend if his knees bend
You're not a lady dear, you're a and a queer
Berrettes in your hair, bamboo in ear
Running in cars, out in bars
Winking your eyes to that wear bras
Skintight and even kneehighs
try to lie, sugar, I know why
In the bathroom, spraying on perfume
Stuffing your t-shirt with two
You think about the opposite sex at all
Instead of walls, you'd rather have a ball
Way in the days, you was as big as a cow
But at you now, at jams you say "ow"
A sex was a common as TB
But today get VD in 3-D
And that is called AIDS in case you didn't
And the only blow I'm is this knockout blow
Switching with your bandana looking like Ross
>From me G Rap, yo, yours

(Hey yo, finish that girl, man)

Yo, do me a favor, and up a pen and pad
And try and write down the of the men you've had
So remember you're putting someone else in check
Go to the Wizard of Oz and get self-respect
Won't say no names, it might leave a permanent
I don't have to go that far, you who you are
And if you don't, then everybody does
all the fellas be telling me how good you was
I can't a girl with a ruined rep
I'm like a chef, I just cook up the stew and
Off with her clothes, like Dick, there she blows
She wanna throw like the from the peep shows
man was large, but now he's getting kinda tiny
And you run up me trying to get pregnant by me
And in a year, bet you'll be on welfare
Don't cry for help dear, you put there
The way it looks, you'll end up in Playboy
While man is in Manhattan snatching pocket books
Bugging and with a big 12 guage
Starving so bad I can see his
Yo, you used to me all the time that you would be a model
in life, you're living in a crack bottle
So when you're begging on your knees I'm clocking G's
You'll be in zero getting processed cheese
Wearing Dungaress, yo I don't need a girl with broken hands
Cause his man's a beater
So when you get sores, from up drawers
Kool G Rap said "Truly Yours"

Yo, I even know why you tried to play me honey
Now I'm with Warner Brothers getting Bugs Bunny money
(Word, now you wild know how G rap lives...)