Luyện nghe bài hát Truly Yours

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

This I dedicate to the girl I
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
You're not all that fly trying to the role
I had girls that better on the hoe stroll
Working night patrol, you know I mean?
I get cash and still Jordache jeans
You thought drug-dealing man was much 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, 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 have thought I'm a dreamer 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 record your man got is a jail record
I know you like him a lot because 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
drives a Benz from state to stae
By the way, who made his license plates
I was finished, down, going through the blues
Here's a dollars, go buy some 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, slice cuts?
You look slick, but you every 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, yours

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

Listen up money, or I say honey?
You're looking more sweeter than a Playboy
Fingernails filed, your is styled
And the gear that you wear hot and wild
says is he, some kind of sissy?
Your name was "Moose" but now they you "Missy"
Night or day lights, you fall for the gay
I thought you stay bright, but now you wanna play fight
With men, and Len, your real close
But you wouldn't be his friend if his didn't bend
not a lady dear, you're a square and a queer
Berrettes in hair, bamboo in your ear
Running in cars, out in bars
your eyes to guys that wear bras
Skintight Levi's and even
try to lie, sugar, I know why
In the ladies bathroom, spraying on
Stuffing t-shirt with two balloons
You think about the opposite sex at all
Instead of walls, you'd 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 only blow I'm giving is this blow
with your bandana looking like 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 down the numbers of the men had
So remember when putting someone else in check
Go to the Wizard of Oz and get self-respect
Won't say no names, it leave a permanent scar
I have to go that far, you know who you are
And if you don't, then everybody else
Cause all the fellas be telling me how you was
I can't accept a girl with a rep
I'm like a chef, I just up the stew and step
Off with her clothes, like Moby Dick, there she
She wanna throw like the girls from the shows
man was large, but now he's getting kinda tiny
And you run up me trying to get pregnant 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, you'll end up in books
your man is in Manhattan snatching pocket books
Bugging and with a big 12 guage
so bad I can see his ribcage
Yo, you used to me all the time that you would be a model
in life, you're living in a crack bottle
So when you're on your knees because 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
Cause his man's a beater
So you get sores, from giving up drawers
Kool 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...)