Luyện nghe bài hát Truly Yours

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

This I dedicate to the girl I
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 don't anger
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 cash and still Jordache jeans
You your drug-dealing man was much better
he always came 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 here to tell of, because you thought I off
And now if riding the tip, just get the hell off
You wanted to leave you didn't believe that I would achieve
you had something up your sleve
Perhaps you have thought I'm a dreamer with a fat head
Now you're stuck with a baby from a crack
Come to my shows, you to check to see if I wreck it
The only record man got is a jail record
I know you like him a lot 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 and fingerprinted
Polo drives a Benz from state to
By the way, guess who his license plates
I was finished, down, going through the blues
Here's a hundred dollars, go buy new shoes
Go ahead looking, you can keep booking
>From my recital I'll never get my title
So you got a little 9 to 5, so
What do you do for a living, slice cold
You look slick, but you know Tom and Dick
You're more quick a chick from a porno flick
you scrub floors, I go on tours
>From me, G Rap, yo, truly

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

Listen up money, or should I say
looking more sweeter than a Playboy bunny
Fingernails filed, your is styled
And the gear you wear looks hot and wild
Everybody says is he, kind of sissy?
Your was "Moose" but now they call you "Missy"
Night or day lights, you fall for the gay
I thought you would bright, but now you wanna play fight
men, and Len, your real close friend
But you wouldn't be his friend if his knees didn't
You're not a dear, you're a square and a queer
Berrettes in your hair, bamboo in ear
Running in cars, out in bars
Winking your eyes to that wear bras
Skintight Levi's and kneehighs
Don't try to lie, sugar, I why
In the ladies bathroom, on perfume
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 was a common as TB
But gays get VD in 3-D
And is called AIDS in case you didn't know
And the blow I'm giving is this knockout blow
with your bandana looking like Diana Ross
>From me G Rap, yo, truly

(Hey yo, finish that girl, man)

Yo, do me a favor, and up a pen and pad
And try and write down the numbers of the men had
So when you're putting someone else in check
Go to the of Oz and get some self-respect
Won't say no names, it might leave a permanent
I don't to go that far, you know who you are
And if you don't, everybody else 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, Moby Dick, there she blows
She wanna throw like the from the peep shows
Your man was large, but now he's getting tiny
And you run up behind me to get pregnant by me
And in a year, I'll bet be on welfare
Don't cry for help dear, you put there
The way it looks, end up in Playboy books
While man is in Manhattan snatching pocket books
and mugging 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
Later in life, living in a crack bottle
So when you're begging on knees because I'm clocking G's
You'll be in zero degrees getting processed
Wearing Dungaress, yo baby I don't need a girl with hands
Cause his man's a beater
So when you get sores, from up drawers
Remember G Rap said "Truly Yours"

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