Luyện nghe bài hát Hurt Me Soul

Now I trying to be the greatest
I used to hate hip-hop, yup, because the degraded
But Too Short made me laugh, like a hypocrite I it
A I stated, though I only recited half
Omitting the word "bitch," I wouldn't say it
Me and dog couldn't relate, til a I dated
Forgive my favorite for hers and hers alike
But I learnt it a song I heard and sorta liked
Yeah, for the icing, glamorized drug was appealing
But the club kept it from in front of our building
Gangsta rap-based filmings became the building
For with leaking ceilings catching drippings with pots
Coupled with from Pac, Nas's "It Was Written"
In the mix my realities and feelings
conditions, religion, ignorant wisdom and artistic vision
I began to jot, tap the 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 me, this nonsense built me
And I got no to go
They bomb my village, they call us
Took me off they welfare, can't afford they health
My teacher won't teach me, my master me
And it me soul

I had a ghetto boy bop, a boycott
Cause he said that he never prayed to God, he to Gotti
I'm thinking godly, God guard me the ungodly
But by my watching of "Streets is Watching"
I was back to giving props again and that was
By this uncomfortable as a untouchable you
The theme songs that 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 constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit then 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 things the witnesses indifferent to stop it
said don't knock it, mind ya business
His business mine and that nigga pimping got it

They my daughter, we ain't got no water
I can't get hired, cross on fire
We all got suspended, I just got
So I got no to go
They threw down my gang sign, I ain't got no hang
They about 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 field
Brazilian adolescent
occupation
Islamic martyrdom,
Yeah, guided targeting
Oil for food, water, and terrorist organization
Sand army men
CCF sponsoring, conquering, telephone monitoring
Louis modeling, pornographic actress honoring
String pondering, bullimic vomiting
Catholic priest fondling, bombing and Osama and no bombing them
breaking in my car again, deforestation and overlogging and
Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowing, coughing and
All the ills, sittin 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, say that I can't lie here
But I got no to go
I can't stop eatin, my best friend's
My pastor touched me, I love country
I lost my earpiece, I y'all hear me
it hurts me soul