Luyện nghe bài hát Hurt Me Soul

Now I ain't trying to be the
I used to hate hip-hop, yup, because the degraded
But Too made me laugh, like a hypocrite I played it
A hypocrite I stated, I only recited half
Omitting the word "bitch," cursing I say it
Me and dog relate, til a bitch I dated
my favorite word for hers and hers alike
But I learnt it from a I heard and sorta liked
Yeah, for the icing, glamorized drug was appealing
But the club kept it from in front of our building
Gangsta rap-based became the building blocks
For children with leaking ceilings catching drippings pots
Coupled with compositions from Pac, "It Was Written"
In the mix with my realities and
Living conditions, religion, ignorant wisdom and artistic
I began to jot, tap the and listen, it drop

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

I had a boy bop, a Jay-Z boycott
he said that he never prayed 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 touching you
The theme songs that niggas hustle to seem wrong but songs was coming true
And it was all becoming
I found a on the ground that Johns would cum into and thought
What constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit then they it
The homie in a pat her on the butt, then rock it
It seems I was seeing the same adopted
in different things with the witnesses indifferent to stop it
They don't knock it, mind ya business
His business isn't mine and that 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 just got
So I got no to go
They threw down my gang sign, I ain't got no time
They talk about my sneakers, our leader
My father seen me, turn off my TV
Cause it hurts me

So through the Reaper sickle sharpening
marketing
Oil field
Brazilian adolescent
Israeli
Islamic martyrdom,
Yeah, guided targeting
Oil for food, water, and organization harboring
camouflage army men
CCF sponsoring, world conquering, monitoring
Louis modeling, pornographic actress honoring
String pondering, bullimic vomiting
Catholic priest fondling, pre-emptive bombing and Osama and no bombing
They breaking in my car again, and overlogging and
Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowing, coughing and
All the world's ills, on chrome 24-inch wheels, like that

say I'm infected, this is why I injected
I had it aborted, we got
My laptop got spyware, they say 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