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 Short made me laugh, like a I played it
A I stated, though I only recited half
Omitting the word "bitch," I wouldn't say it
Me and dog couldn't relate, til a bitch I
Forgive my favorite word for and hers alike
But I learnt it from a song I and sorta liked
Yeah, for the icing, glamorized drug was appealing
But the block kept it from in front of our building
Gangsta filmings became the building blocks
For children with leaking ceilings drippings with pots
with compositions from Pac, Nas's "It Was Written"
In the mix my realities and feelings
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 sex for money, the hood 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, 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 boycott
Cause he 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 untouchable you
The theme songs niggas hustle to seem wrong but these songs was coming true
And it was all cool
I found a on the ground that Johns would cum into and thought
What constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit then drop it
The in a suit pat her on the butt, then rock it
It I was seeing the same scene adopted
Prevalent in things with the witnesses indifferent to stop it
They said don't knock it, mind ya
His business isn't mine and nigga pimping got it

took my daughter, we ain't got no water
I get hired, they cross 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 time
They talk my sneakers, poisoned our leader
My ain't seen me, turn off my TV
it hurts me soul

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

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