Luyện nghe bài hát Hurt Me Soul

Now I trying to be the greatest
I used to hate hip-hop, yup, because the women
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 couldn't relate, til a bitch I
Forgive my favorite word for hers and alike
But I learnt it a song I heard and sorta liked
Yeah, for the icing, glamorized dealing was appealing
But the block club kept it from in front of our
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 with my and feelings
Living conditions, religion, ignorant wisdom and artistic
I began to jot, tap the world and listen, it

My mom can't feed me, my beats me
I have sex for money, the hood don't me
The cops wanna kill me, nonsense built me
And I got no to go
They bomb my village, call us killers
Took me off they welfare, can't 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 godly, God guard me from the ungodly
But by my 30th of "Streets is Watching"
I was to giving props again and that was bothering
By this uncomfortable as a untouchable you
The theme songs niggas hustle to seem 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
What 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 scene
in different things with the witnesses indifferent to stop it
They don't knock it, mind ya business
His business isn't mine and that nigga got it

They took my daughter, we ain't got no
I can't get hired, they cross on
We all got suspended, I just got
So I got no to go
They threw my gang sign, I ain't got no hang time
They about my sneakers, poisoned our leader
My ain't seen me, turn off my TV
it hurts me soul

So the Grim Reaper sickle sharpening
marketing
Oil auguring
Brazilian adolescent
Israeli
Islamic martyrdom,
Yeah, guided targeting
Oil for food, water, and terrorist harboring
Sand camouflage men
CCF sponsoring, conquering, telephone monitoring
Louis Vuitton modeling, actress honoring
String theory pondering, bullimic
Catholic priest fondling, pre-emptive bombing and Osama and no them
They breaking in my car again, deforestation and and
Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowing, coughing and
All the ills, sittin on chrome 24-inch wheels, like that

say I'm infected, this is why I injected
I had it aborted, we got
My laptop got spyware, say that I can't lie here
But I got no to go
I can't stop eatin, my friend's leaving
My pastor me, I love this country
I lost my earpiece, I hope hear me
Cause it me soul