Luyện nghe bài hát Hurt Me Soul

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

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

I had a boy bop, a Jay-Z boycott
Cause he said that he never prayed to God, he prayed to
I'm thinking godly, God guard me the ungodly
But by my watching of "Streets is Watching"
I was back to giving again and that was bothering
By this uncomfortable as a untouchable you
The theme songs that niggas hustle to seem wrong but songs was coming true
And it was all becoming
I found a condom on the ground that would cum into and thought
constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit then they drop it
The homie in a pat her on the butt, then rock it
It seems I was seeing the same adopted
Prevalent in different with the witnesses indifferent to stop it
They said knock it, mind ya business
His business mine and that nigga pimping got it

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

So through the Grim Reaper sharpening
Macintosh
Oil field
adolescent disarmament
Israeli
Islamic martyrdom,
Yeah, guided targeting
Oil for food, water, and organization harboring
Sand camouflage men
CCF sponsoring, conquering, telephone monitoring
Louis Vuitton modeling, pornographic actress
String theory pondering, vomiting
Catholic priest fondling, pre-emptive and Osama and no bombing them
They breaking in my car again, deforestation and and
Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowing, hydroponic and
All the world's ills, 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, they say I can't lie here
But I got no to go
I can't 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