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, though I only recited
the word "bitch," cursing I wouldn't say it
Me and dog couldn't relate, til a I dated
Forgive my favorite word for hers and alike
But I learnt it from a song I heard and liked
Yeah, for the icing, glamorized drug was appealing
But the block club kept it in front of our building
Gangsta rap-based 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, ignorant and artistic vision
I began to jot, tap the and listen, it drop

My mom feed 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 my village, they call us killers
Took me off they welfare, can't afford health care
My teacher won't teach me, my beats me
And it me soul

I had a ghetto boy bop, a Jay-Z
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 back to props again 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 a condom on the ground that Johns would cum into and thought
What constitutes a 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 scene
Prevalent in things with the witnesses indifferent to stop it
They said don't it, mind ya business
His business isn't and that nigga pimping got it

took 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 my gang sign, I ain't got no hang time
They talk about my sneakers, our leader
My father seen me, turn off my TV
it hurts me soul

So through the Grim Reaper sickle
Macintosh
Oil field
Brazilian disarmament
occupation
Islamic martyrdom,
Yeah, laser targeting
Oil for food, water, and terrorist organization
Sand camouflage men
CCF sponsoring, world conquering, monitoring
Louis Vuitton modeling, pornographic actress
String pondering, bullimic vomiting
Catholic priest fondling, pre-emptive bombing and Osama and no bombing
They breaking in my car again, deforestation and and
Hennessy and swallowing, hydroponic coughing and
All the world's ills, sittin on 24-inch wheels, like that

They say I'm infected, 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 can't stop eatin, my best friend's
My pastor touched me, I this country
I my earpiece, I hope y'all hear me
it hurts me soul