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 only half
Omitting the word "bitch," cursing I say it
Me and dog relate, til a bitch I dated
Forgive my favorite word for hers and 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 rap-based filmings became the building
For children with leaking ceilings catching drippings pots
Coupled with from Pac, Nas's "It Was Written"
In the mix with my realities and
Living conditions, religion, ignorant wisdom and vision
I began to jot, tap the and listen, it drop

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

I had a ghetto boy bop, a boycott
Cause he that he never prayed to God, he prayed to Gotti
I'm thinking godly, God guard me from the
But by my watching of "Streets is Watching"
I was back to giving props and that was bothering
By this uncomfortable as a untouchable you
The theme songs that niggas hustle to seem wrong but these songs was coming
And it was all cool
I found a condom on the ground that Johns would cum and thought
What constitutes a is the pursuit of profit then they drop it
The in a suit pat her on the butt, then rock it
It seems I was seeing the same scene
Prevalent in different things with the witnesses to stop it
said don't knock it, mind ya business
His business isn't and that nigga pimping got it

They took my daughter, we ain't got no
I can't get hired, 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 seen me, off my TV
Cause it me soul

So through the Grim Reaper sickle
marketing
Oil auguring
adolescent disarmament
Israeli
Islamic martyrdom,
Yeah, laser guided
Oil for food, water, and organization harboring
Sand army men
CCF sponsoring, conquering, telephone monitoring
Vuitton modeling, pornographic actress honoring
String theory pondering, vomiting
Catholic priest fondling, bombing and Osama and no bombing them
They breaking in my car again, and overlogging and
Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowing, hydroponic and
All the world's ills, 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 that I lie here
But I got no to go
I can't eatin, my best friend's leaving
My pastor touched me, I love this
I my earpiece, I hope y'all hear me
Cause it me soul