Luyện nghe bài hát Hurt Me Soul

Now I trying to be the greatest
I to hate hip-hop, yup, because the women degraded
But Too Short made me laugh, like a I played it
A hypocrite I stated, though I recited half
Omitting the "bitch," cursing I wouldn't say it
Me and dog couldn't relate, til a I dated
Forgive my favorite word for and hers alike
But I learnt it from a I heard and sorta liked
Yeah, for the icing, glamorized dealing was appealing
But the club kept it from in front of our building
Gangsta filmings became the building blocks
For children leaking ceilings catching drippings with pots
with compositions from Pac, Nas's "It Was Written"
In the mix my realities and feelings
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
They bomb my village, call us killers
Took me off they welfare, can't afford they care
My teacher won't teach me, my master me
And it hurts me

I had a ghetto boy bop, a boycott
Cause he said that he never prayed to God, he prayed to
I'm thinking godly, God guard me from the
But by my watching of "Streets is Watching"
I was to giving props again and that was bothering
By this uncomfortable as a untouchable you
The theme that niggas hustle to seem wrong but these songs was coming true
And it was all becoming
I found a condom on the that Johns would cum into and thought
What constitutes a prostitute is the 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 with the witnesses indifferent to stop it
said don't knock it, mind ya business
His business isn't mine and that nigga got it

They took my daughter, we got no water
I get hired, they cross on fire
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, poisoned our
My father ain't seen me, off my TV
Cause it me soul

So through the Reaper sickle sharpening
marketing
Oil field
adolescent disarmament
Israeli
Islamic martyrdom,
Yeah, laser targeting
Oil for food, water, and terrorist harboring
Sand camouflage men
CCF sponsoring, world conquering, monitoring
Louis Vuitton modeling, pornographic actress
String pondering, bullimic vomiting
Catholic priest fondling, pre-emptive and Osama and no bombing them
breaking in my car again, deforestation and overlogging and
Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowing, coughing 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, they say that I can't lie
But I got no to go
I stop eatin, my best friend's leaving
My touched me, I love this country
I lost my earpiece, I hope hear me
Cause it me soul