Luyện nghe bài hát Truly Yours

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

I dedicate to the girl I hate
It's a piece of my rhyme put on a plate
So yo, go swinger, I'm putting up my middle finger
I'm not sad or mad, I don't feel
not all that fly trying to play the role
I had girls that looked on the hoe stroll
Working night patrol, you know I mean?
I get and still wear Jordache jeans
You thought your man was much better
Because he always and got you in a plush Jetta
Or an Audi, a Benz, or a
You didn't G. Rap was going that far
I'm to tell of, because you thought I fell off
And now if you're riding the tip, just get the off
You wanted to leave because you didn't believe that I achieve
you had something up your sleve
Perhaps you might have thought I'm a with a fat head
Now stuck with a baby from a crack head
Come to my shows, you want to check to see if I it
The only record your man got is a jail
I know you like him a lot because he's a big
The picture you got is his mug shot
I'm on a label with know singers in it
Look, your getting booked and fingerprinted
Polo drives a from state to stae
By the way, guess who made his plates
Thought I was finished, down, going through the
a hundred dollars, go buy some new shoes
Go ahead good looking, you can booking
>From my recital I'll get my title tooken
So you got a 9 to 5, so what?
What do you do for a living, slice cold
You look slick, but you know every Tom and
You're more than a chick from a porno flick
you scrub floors, I go on tours
>From me, G Rap, yo, yours

(Yo G man! You should diss her man. I heard a homo jimmy man!)

up money, or should I say honey?
You're looking more sweeter a Playboy bunny
Fingernails filed, hair is styled
And the gear that you looks hot and wild
Everybody says is he, kind of sissy?
Your name was "Moose" but now they you "Missy"
Night or day lights, you fall for the gay
I thought you would bright, but now you wanna play fight
With men, and Len, your close friend
But you wouldn't be his friend if his knees bend
You're not a lady dear, a square and a queer
Berrettes in hair, bamboo in your ear
in cars, hanging out in bars
Winking your eyes to guys wear bras
Skintight and even kneehighs
Don't try to lie, sugar, I why
In the ladies bathroom, spraying on
Stuffing your with two balloons
You don't about the opposite sex at all
Instead of sugar walls, 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 disease was a as TB
But today get VD in 3-D
And that is called AIDS in you didn't know
And the blow I'm giving is this knockout blow
Switching with your bandana looking Diana Ross
>From me G Rap, yo, truly

(Hey yo, dissing that girl, man)

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

Yo, I don't even know why you to play me honey
Now I'm down Warner Brothers getting Bugs Bunny money
(Word, now you females know how G rap lives...)