Luyện nghe bài hát Hurt Me Soul

Now I ain't trying to be the
I used to hate hip-hop, yup, because the women
But Too Short made me laugh, like a hypocrite I it
A hypocrite I stated, though I recited half
the word "bitch," cursing I wouldn't say it
Me and dog couldn't relate, til a bitch I
Forgive my favorite word for hers and alike
But I learnt it from a song I heard and sorta
Yeah, for the icing, glamorized drug dealing was
But the block club kept it from in front of our
Gangsta rap-based filmings the building blocks
For children leaking ceilings catching drippings with 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 world and listen, it

My mom feed me, my boyfriend beats me
I sex for money, the hood don't love me
The cops wanna kill me, this nonsense me
And I got no to go
They my village, they call us killers
Took me off they welfare, can't afford they care
My teacher won't me, my master 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 as a untouchable touching you
The theme songs that niggas hustle to wrong but these songs was coming true
And it was all cool
I found a condom on the ground that would cum into and thought
What constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit then drop it
The homie in a suit pat her on the butt, rock it
It seems I was seeing the same adopted
Prevalent in different things with the indifferent to stop it
They said don't knock it, ya business
His business isn't and that nigga pimping got it

They 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 father ain't me, turn off my TV
Cause it hurts me

So through the Grim Reaper sharpening
marketing
Oil auguring
Brazilian disarmament
occupation
Islamic martyrdom,
Yeah, guided targeting
Oil for food, water, and terrorist harboring
Sand camouflage men
CCF sponsoring, conquering, telephone monitoring
Louis Vuitton modeling, pornographic actress
String theory pondering, bullimic
Catholic priest fondling, pre-emptive and Osama and no bombing them
They breaking in my car again, deforestation and and
Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowing, hydroponic and
All the world's ills, sittin on chrome 24-inch wheels, like

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