Luyện nghe bài hát Truly Yours

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

I dedicate to the girl I hate
It's a piece of my mind rhyme put on a
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 better on the hoe
Working night patrol, you know what I
I get cash and wear Jordache jeans
You thought your drug-dealing man was better
Because he always and got you in a plush Jetta
Or an Audi, a Benz, or a
You didn't think G. Rap was that 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 would
Cause you had something up sleve
Perhaps you might have thought I'm a dreamer with a fat
Now you're stuck with a baby a crack head
to my shows, you want to check to see if I wreck it
The only record your man got is a jail
I know you like him a lot he's a big shot
The only you got is his mug shot
I'm on a label well know singers in it
Look, your man's getting booked and
Polo drives a Benz state to stae
By the way, who made his license plates
Thought I was finished, down, through the blues
a hundred dollars, go buy some new shoes
Go ahead looking, you can keep booking
>From my recital never get my title tooken
So you got a 9 to 5, so what?
What do you do for a living, slice cuts?
You slick, but you know every Tom and Dick
You're quick than a chick from a porno flick
While you floors, I go on tours
>From me, G Rap, yo, yours

(Yo G man! You should 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 that you wear hot and wild
Everybody is he, some kind of sissy?
Your name was "Moose" but now they you "Missy"
Night or day lights, you for the gay rights
I thought you would stay bright, but now you wanna play
With men, and Len, real 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
Running in cars, hanging out in
your eyes to guys that wear bras
Skintight Levi's and even
Don't try to lie, sugar, I why
In the ladies bathroom, on perfume
your t-shirt with two balloons
You don't think 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 is called AIDS in case you didn't know
And the only blow I'm giving is this knockout
Switching your bandana looking like Diana Ross
>From me G Rap, yo, yours

(Hey yo, finish dissing girl, man)

Yo, do me a favor, and up a pen and pad
And try and down the numbers of the men you've had
So remember when you're putting someone in check
Go to the Wizard of Oz and get some
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, then everybody else
Cause all the be telling me how good you was
I can't accept a girl with a rep
I'm like a chef, I just cook up the and step
Off her clothes, like Moby Dick, there she blows
She wanna throw like the girls the peep shows
Your man was large, but now he's getting kinda
And you run up behind me trying to get 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 your man is in snatching pocket books
Bugging and mugging a big 12 guage
Starving so bad I can see his
Yo, you to tell me all the time that you would be a model
Later in life, you're in a crack bottle
So when you're begging on your because I'm clocking G's
You'll be in zero getting processed cheese
Wearing Dungaress, yo baby I don't need a girl with broken
his man's a woman beater
So when you get sores, from giving up
Remember Kool G Rap "Truly Yours"

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