Luyện nghe bài hát Hurt Me Soul

Now I ain't trying to be the
I to hate hip-hop, yup, because the women degraded
But Too Short me laugh, like a hypocrite I played it
A hypocrite I stated, though I only recited
Omitting the "bitch," cursing I wouldn't say it
Me and dog relate, til a bitch 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
rap-based filmings became the building blocks
For children leaking ceilings catching drippings with pots
Coupled with from Pac, Nas's "It Was Written"
In the mix with my realities and
Living conditions, religion, ignorant and artistic 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 love me
The cops kill me, this nonsense built me
And I got no to go
They bomb my village, they us killers
Took me off welfare, can't afford they health care
My teacher teach me, my master beats me
And it me soul

I had a boy bop, a Jay-Z boycott
he said 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 giving props and that was bothering
By this uncomfortable as a 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 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
in different things with the witnesses indifferent to stop it
They don't knock it, mind ya business
His business mine and that nigga pimping got it

They took my daughter, we got no water
I can't get hired, they cross on
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 about my sneakers, poisoned our leader
My father ain't me, turn off my TV
it hurts me soul

So the Grim Reaper sickle sharpening
Macintosh
Oil auguring
adolescent disarmament
Israeli
Islamic martyrdom,
Yeah, laser targeting
Oil for food, water, and organization harboring
camouflage army men
CCF sponsoring, world conquering, monitoring
Louis modeling, pornographic actress honoring
theory 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, 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 I can't lie here
But I got no to go
I stop eatin, my best friend's leaving
My pastor touched me, I love this
I my earpiece, I hope y'all hear me
Cause it hurts me