Luyện nghe bài hát Hurt Me Soul

Now I ain't trying to be the
I used to hate hip-hop, yup, because the women
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 relate, til a bitch I dated
Forgive my favorite word for hers and hers
But I learnt it from a song I heard and sorta
Yeah, for the icing, glamorized drug was appealing
But the block club kept it from in of our building
Gangsta filmings became the building blocks
For children leaking ceilings catching drippings with pots
with compositions from Pac, Nas's "It Was Written"
In the mix with my realities and
Living conditions, religion, ignorant wisdom and vision
I to jot, tap the world and listen, it drop

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

I had a ghetto boy bop, a boycott
Cause he said that he never to God, he prayed to Gotti
I'm thinking godly, God me from the ungodly
But by my 30th of "Streets is Watching"
I was to giving props again and that was bothering
By this uncomfortable as a untouchable you
The theme songs that hustle to seem wrong but these songs was coming true
And it was all becoming
I found a condom on the ground Johns would cum into and thought
What a prostitute is the pursuit of profit then they drop it
The in a suit pat her on the butt, then rock it
It seems I was seeing the same scene
Prevalent in different things with the witnesses indifferent to it
They said don't it, mind ya business
His business isn't and that nigga pimping got it

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

So through the Grim sickle sharpening
marketing
Oil auguring
adolescent disarmament
Israeli
martyrdom, precise
Yeah, laser targeting
Oil for food, water, and organization harboring
Sand army men
CCF sponsoring, world conquering, telephone
Vuitton modeling, pornographic actress honoring
String theory pondering, vomiting
Catholic fondling, pre-emptive bombing and Osama and no bombing them
breaking in my car again, deforestation and overlogging and
Hennessy and swallowing, hydroponic coughing and
All the ills, sittin on chrome 24-inch wheels, like that

They say I'm infected, this is why I
I had it aborted, we got
My laptop got spyware, say that I can't lie here
But I got no to go
I stop eatin, my best friend's leaving
My pastor touched me, I love this
I my earpiece, I hope y'all hear me
it hurts me soul