Luyện nghe bài hát Truly Yours

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

I dedicate to the girl I hate
It's a piece of my rhyme put on a plate
So yo, go ahead swinger, I'm putting up my middle
I'm not sad or mad, I don't feel
You're not all that fly to play the role
I had that looked better on the hoe stroll
Working night patrol, you know what I
I get cash and still wear Jordache
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 think G. Rap was that far
I'm here to tell of, because you I fell off
And now if you're riding the tip, just get the off
You wanted to leave because you believe that I would achieve
Cause you had something up sleve
Perhaps you have thought I'm a dreamer with a fat head
Now you're stuck with a baby a crack head
Come to my shows, you to check 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 you got is his mug shot
I'm on a label with well know in it
Look, your man's booked and fingerprinted
Polo drives a Benz state to stae
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 good looking, you can keep booking
>From my recital I'll get my title tooken
So you got a little 9 to 5, so
do you do for a living, slice cold cuts?
You look slick, but you know every Tom and
more 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 he's a homo jimmy man!)

Listen up money, or I say honey?
looking more sweeter than a Playboy bunny
Fingernails filed, your hair is
And the gear you wear looks hot and wild
Everybody says is he, some kind of
name was "Moose" but now they call you "Missy"
Night or day lights, you fall for the gay
I thought you would stay bright, but now you wanna play
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 bras
Skintight Levi's and kneehighs
try to lie, sugar, I know why
In the ladies bathroom, spraying on
your t-shirt with two balloons
You don't think 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 look at you now, at 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 knockout blow
Switching with your bandana looking like Diana
>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 you're putting someone else in
Go to the of Oz and get some self-respect
say no names, it might leave a permanent scar
I don't to go that far, you know who you are
And if you don't, then 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, like Moby Dick, she blows
She wanna throw like the girls the peep shows
Your man was large, but now getting kinda tiny
And you run up behind me to get pregnant by me
And in a year, I'll bet you'll be on
Don't cry for help dear, you put yourself
The way it looks, end up in Playboy books
While your man is in Manhattan snatching pocket
Bugging and with a big 12 guage
Starving so bad I can see his
Yo, you used to tell me all the time that you would be a
Later in life, you're living in a crack
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 a girl with broken hands
Cause his a woman beater
So when you get sores, giving up drawers
Remember G Rap said "Truly Yours"

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