Luyện nghe bài hát Hurt Me Soul

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

My mom can't me, my boyfriend 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
They bomb my village, they us killers
Took me off they welfare, can't afford they care
My won't 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 watching of "Streets is Watching"
I was back to giving props and that was bothering
By this uncomfortable as a touching you
The theme songs that niggas hustle to wrong but these songs was coming true
And it was all becoming
I found a condom on the ground that would cum into and thought
What constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit they drop it
The homie in a suit pat her on the butt, then it
It seems I was seeing the same adopted
Prevalent in things with the witnesses indifferent to stop it
They said don't it, mind ya business
His business mine and that nigga pimping got it

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

So through the Grim Reaper sharpening
Macintosh
Oil auguring
adolescent disarmament
Israeli
Islamic martyrdom,
Yeah, laser guided
Oil for food, water, and organization harboring
Sand army men
CCF sponsoring, world conquering, telephone
Louis modeling, pornographic actress honoring
String pondering, bullimic vomiting
Catholic priest fondling, pre-emptive and Osama and no bombing them
They breaking in my car again, deforestation and and
Hennessy and swallowing, hydroponic coughing and
All the ills, sittin on chrome 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 can't stop eatin, my friend's leaving
My pastor me, I love this country
I my earpiece, I hope y'all hear me
Cause it me soul