Luyện nghe bài hát Hurt Me Soul

Now I ain't to be the greatest
I to hate hip-hop, yup, because the women degraded
But Too Short made me laugh, a hypocrite I played it
A hypocrite I stated, though I recited half
Omitting the "bitch," cursing I wouldn't say it
Me and dog couldn't relate, til a I dated
Forgive my favorite for hers and hers alike
But I learnt it from a I heard and sorta liked
Yeah, for the icing, drug dealing was appealing
But the block club kept it from in of our building
Gangsta rap-based filmings the building blocks
For children with leaking catching drippings with pots
Coupled with compositions Pac, Nas's "It Was Written"
In the mix with my realities and
Living conditions, religion, ignorant and artistic vision
I to jot, tap the world and listen, it drop

My mom can't me, my boyfriend beats me
I have sex for money, the hood don't me
The cops wanna kill me, this built me
And I got no to go
They my village, they call us killers
Took me off they welfare, can't they health care
My teacher won't teach me, my beats me
And it me soul

I had a ghetto boy bop, a Jay-Z
he said that he never prayed to God, he prayed to Gotti
I'm godly, God guard me from the ungodly
But by my watching of "Streets is Watching"
I was back to props again and that was bothering
By this uncomfortable as a touching you
The theme songs that niggas hustle to seem wrong but these songs was coming
And it was all cool
I found a condom on the ground that Johns cum into and thought
What constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit then they it
The in a suit pat her on the butt, then rock it
It seems I was the same scene adopted
Prevalent in different things with the witnesses to stop it
They said don't it, mind ya business
His business isn't mine and that nigga got it

They took my daughter, we got no water
I get hired, they cross on fire
We all got suspended, I just got
So I got no to go
threw down my gang sign, I ain't got no hang time
They talk about my sneakers, poisoned our
My ain't seen me, turn off my TV
Cause it me soul

So through the Grim sickle sharpening
marketing
Oil auguring
Brazilian disarmament
Israeli
martyrdom, precise
Yeah, laser guided
Oil for food, water, and terrorist organization
Sand army men
CCF sponsoring, conquering, telephone monitoring
Louis Vuitton modeling, pornographic honoring
String theory pondering, bullimic
Catholic priest fondling, bombing and Osama and no bombing them
They in my car again, deforestation and overlogging and
Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowing, hydroponic and
All the world's ills, sittin on 24-inch wheels, like that

They say I'm infected, is why I injected
I had it aborted, we got
My laptop got spyware, they say that I lie here
But I got no to go
I stop eatin, my best friend's leaving
My pastor touched me, I this country
I lost my earpiece, I hope hear me
Cause it me soul