Luyện nghe bài hát Truly Yours

Yeah we go, just go with the flow
I wanna say something about girl I know
She tried to me out, though, check it out

I dedicate to the girl I hate
It's a of my mind 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
You're not all that fly trying to the role
I had that looked better on the hoe stroll
night patrol, you know what I mean?
I get and still wear Jordache jeans
You thought your drug-dealing man was much
Because he came and got you in a plush Jetta
Or an Audi, a Benz, or a
You didn't think G. Rap was going far
I'm here to tell of, because you I fell off
And now if you're the tip, just get the hell off
You wanted to leave because you didn't believe that I achieve
Cause you had something up your
Perhaps you might have thought I'm a with a fat head
Now you're stuck with a baby from a head
Come to my shows, you to check to see if I wreck it
The only record your man got is a record
I know you him a lot because he's a big shot
The picture you got is his mug shot
I'm on a label well know singers in it
Look, your getting booked and fingerprinted
Polo a Benz from state to stae
By the way, guess who made his license
Thought I was finished, down, going the blues
Here's a hundred dollars, go buy new shoes
Go ahead good looking, you can booking
>From my recital I'll never get my title
So you got a 9 to 5, so what?
What do you do for a living, cold cuts?
You look slick, but you know Tom and Dick
You're more quick than a chick 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!)

up money, or should I say honey?
You're looking more sweeter than a bunny
Fingernails filed, hair is styled
And the gear that you wear looks hot and
Everybody says is he, kind of sissy?
name was "Moose" but now they call you "Missy"
Night or day lights, you for the gay rights
I thought you would stay bright, but now you play fight
With men, and Len, your real close
But you be his friend if his knees didn't bend
You're not a lady dear, you're a and a queer
Berrettes in your hair, in your ear
in cars, hanging out in bars
Winking your eyes to guys that wear
Skintight Levi's and kneehighs
Don't try to lie, sugar, I why
In the bathroom, spraying on perfume
Stuffing your t-shirt with two
You think 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 look at you now, at you say "ow"
A sex disease was a as TB
But gays get VD in 3-D
And that is called AIDS in case you know
And the only blow I'm giving is this blow
Switching with 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 of the men you've had
So remember when you're putting else in check
Go to the Wizard of Oz and get self-respect
Won't say no names, it might leave a scar
I don't have to go that far, you who you are
And if you don't, then everybody else
Cause all the fellas be telling me how 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 like the girls from the peep shows
Your man was large, but now getting kinda tiny
And you run up me trying to get pregnant by me
And in a year, I'll bet you'll be on
Don't cry for dear, you put yourself there
The way it looks, you'll end up in books
While your man is in Manhattan snatching books
Bugging and with a big 12 guage
so bad I can see his ribcage
Yo, you used to tell me all the time that you be a model
Later in life, you're living in a bottle
So when begging on your knees because I'm clocking G's
be in zero degrees getting processed cheese
Wearing Dungaress, yo baby I don't a girl with broken hands
his man's a woman beater
So when you get sores, from giving up
Remember G Rap said "Truly Yours"

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