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 me laugh, like a hypocrite I played it
A hypocrite I stated, though I recited half
Omitting the "bitch," cursing I wouldn't say it
Me and dog relate, til a bitch I dated
Forgive my favorite word for hers and hers
But I it from a song I heard and sorta liked
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 from Pac, Nas's "It Was Written"
In the mix my realities and feelings
Living conditions, religion, ignorant wisdom and vision
I began to jot, tap the world and listen, it

My mom feed me, my boyfriend beats me
I have sex for money, the don't love me
The cops wanna kill me, nonsense built me
And I got no to go
They bomb my village, they us killers
me off they welfare, can't afford they health care
My won't teach me, my master beats me
And it hurts me

I had a boy bop, a Jay-Z boycott
Cause he said 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 to giving props again and that was bothering
By uncomfortable as a untouchable 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 Johns cum into and thought
constitutes a prostitute 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 adopted
Prevalent in different things with the witnesses to stop it
They said don't knock it, mind ya
His business isn't mine and that pimping got it

They 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
They threw down my gang sign, I ain't got no hang
They talk my sneakers, poisoned our leader
My father seen me, turn off my TV
Cause it me soul

So through the Grim sickle sharpening
marketing
Oil auguring
Brazilian adolescent
occupation
Islamic martyrdom,
Yeah, laser targeting
Oil for food, water, and terrorist harboring
Sand camouflage men
CCF sponsoring, world conquering, telephone
Louis Vuitton modeling, actress honoring
String pondering, bullimic vomiting
Catholic priest fondling, pre-emptive bombing and Osama and no them
They in my car again, deforestation and overlogging and
Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowing, 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 I can't lie here
But I got no to go
I can't stop eatin, my friend's leaving
My touched me, I love this country
I lost my earpiece, I y'all hear me
it hurts me soul