Luyện nghe bài hát Hurt Me Soul

Now I ain't to be the greatest
I used to hate hip-hop, yup, the women degraded
But Too Short me laugh, like 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 and hers alike
But I learnt it from a I heard and sorta liked
Yeah, for the icing, glamorized drug was appealing
But the block kept it from in front of our building
Gangsta rap-based became the building blocks
For children with leaking ceilings drippings with pots
with compositions from Pac, Nas's "It Was Written"
In the mix with my realities and
Living conditions, religion, ignorant and artistic vision
I to jot, tap the world and listen, it drop

My mom can't feed me, my boyfriend me
I have sex for money, the hood 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 welfare, can't afford they health care
My won't teach me, my master beats me
And it me soul

I had a ghetto boy bop, a Jay-Z
he said 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 uncomfortable as a untouchable touching you
The songs that niggas hustle to seem wrong but these songs was coming true
And it was all cool
I found a on the ground that Johns would cum into and thought
constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit then they drop it
The homie in a suit pat her on the butt, rock it
It seems I was seeing the same scene
Prevalent in different things with the witnesses to stop it
They said don't it, mind ya business
His business mine 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 sign, I ain't got no hang time
They talk about my sneakers, our leader
My ain't seen me, turn off my TV
it hurts me soul

So the Grim Reaper sickle sharpening
Macintosh
Oil field
adolescent disarmament
Israeli
martyrdom, precise
Yeah, laser targeting
Oil for food, water, and terrorist organization
Sand camouflage men
CCF sponsoring, world conquering, telephone
Louis Vuitton modeling, pornographic honoring
theory pondering, bullimic vomiting
Catholic fondling, pre-emptive bombing and Osama and no bombing them
breaking in my car again, deforestation and overlogging and
Hennessy and swallowing, hydroponic coughing and
All the world's ills, sittin on chrome 24-inch wheels, like

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