Luyện nghe bài hát Hurt Me Soul

Now I ain't to be the greatest
I used to hate hip-hop, yup, the women degraded
But Too Short me laugh, like a hypocrite I played it
A hypocrite I stated, though I only recited
Omitting the word "bitch," cursing I say it
Me and dog relate, til a bitch I dated
Forgive my favorite 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 with leaking ceilings catching drippings pots
Coupled compositions from Pac, Nas's "It Was Written"
In the mix with my realities and
Living conditions, religion, wisdom and artistic vision
I to jot, tap the world 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 wanna kill me, this built me
And I got no to go
bomb my village, they call us killers
Took me off they welfare, can't afford they care
My teacher won't teach me, my beats me
And it me soul

I had a ghetto boy bop, a boycott
he said that he never prayed to God, he prayed to Gotti
I'm thinking godly, God guard me the ungodly
But by my 30th of "Streets is Watching"
I was back to giving props again and was bothering
By this uncomfortable as a untouchable you
The theme songs that niggas hustle to seem but these songs was coming true
And it was all becoming
I a condom on the ground that Johns would cum into and thought
What constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of then they drop it
The homie in a suit pat her on the butt, rock it
It seems I was seeing the scene adopted
Prevalent in different with the witnesses indifferent to stop it
They said don't knock it, mind ya
His business mine and that 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 just got
So I got no to go
threw down my gang sign, I ain't got no hang time
They about my sneakers, poisoned our leader
My father ain't me, turn off my TV
Cause it me soul

So through the Reaper sickle sharpening
Macintosh
Oil auguring
Brazilian adolescent
occupation
martyrdom, precise
Yeah, guided targeting
Oil for food, water, and terrorist harboring
camouflage army men
CCF sponsoring, world conquering, monitoring
Louis Vuitton modeling, pornographic honoring
theory pondering, bullimic vomiting
Catholic priest fondling, pre-emptive bombing and and no bombing them
They breaking in my car again, and overlogging and
Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowing, coughing and
All the ills, sittin on chrome 24-inch wheels, like that

say I'm infected, this is why I injected
I had it aborted, we got
My got spyware, they 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 this country
I lost my earpiece, I y'all hear me
Cause it hurts me