Luyện nghe bài hát Truly Yours

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

This I to the girl I hate
It's a piece of my rhyme put on a plate
So yo, go ahead swinger, I'm up my middle finger
I'm not sad or mad, I feel anger
You're not all fly trying to play the role
I had that looked better 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 came and got you in a 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, 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 thought I'm a with a fat head
Now you're stuck with a from a crack head
Come to my shows, you want to to see if I wreck it
The only 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 with know singers in it
Look, your man's booked and fingerprinted
Polo drives a Benz state to stae
By the way, guess who made his plates
Thought I was finished, down, through the blues
Here's a hundred dollars, go buy new shoes
Go good 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 cold
You look slick, but you know every Tom and
You're quick than a chick from a porno flick
While you scrub floors, I go on
>From me, G Rap, yo, truly

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

Listen up money, or I say honey?
You're looking sweeter than a Playboy bunny
Fingernails filed, hair is styled
And the gear that you wear hot and wild
Everybody is he, some kind of sissy?
Your name was "Moose" but now call you "Missy"
or day lights, you fall for the gay rights
I thought you would bright, but now you wanna play fight
men, and Len, your real close friend
But you be his friend if his knees didn't bend
You're not a dear, you're a square and a queer
in your hair, bamboo in your ear
Running in cars, hanging out in
your eyes to guys that wear bras
Skintight Levi's and kneehighs
try to lie, sugar, I know why
In the bathroom, spraying on perfume
your t-shirt with two balloons
You don't about the opposite sex at all
Instead of sugar walls, you'd rather have a
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 looking like Diana Ross
>From me G Rap, yo, yours

(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 don't have to go far, you know who you are
And if you don't, everybody else does
Cause all the fellas be telling me how you was
I can't accept a with a ruined rep
I'm a chef, I just cook up the stew and step
Off with her clothes, Moby Dick, there she blows
She wanna throw like the girls the peep shows
Your man was large, but now he's getting tiny
And you run up me trying to get pregnant by me
And in a year, I'll bet be on welfare
Don't cry for dear, you put yourself there
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 that you would be a model
Later in life, you're living in a crack
So when you're begging on knees because I'm clocking G's
You'll be in zero degrees processed cheese
Wearing Dungaress, yo I don't need a girl with broken hands
Cause his man's a beater
So you get sores, from giving up drawers
Remember G Rap said "Truly Yours"

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