Luyện nghe bài hát Hurt Me Soul

Now I ain't trying to be the
I used to hate hip-hop, yup, because the degraded
But Too made me laugh, like a hypocrite I played it
A I stated, though I only recited half
Omitting the "bitch," cursing 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 from a song I heard and sorta
Yeah, for the icing, glamorized dealing was appealing
But the block club kept it in front of our building
Gangsta rap-based filmings the building blocks
For children leaking ceilings catching drippings with pots
Coupled with compositions from Pac, "It Was Written"
In the mix my realities 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 boyfriend me
I have sex for money, the don't love me
The cops wanna me, this 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 teacher won't teach me, my beats me
And it me soul

I had a boy bop, a Jay-Z boycott
Cause he said that he never to God, he prayed to Gotti
I'm thinking godly, God guard me the ungodly
But by my 30th of "Streets is Watching"
I was back to giving again and that was bothering
By this uncomfortable as a untouchable you
The theme songs that niggas hustle to seem wrong but songs was coming true
And it was all becoming
I found a condom on the ground Johns would cum into and thought
What constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit then they it
The homie in a suit pat her on the butt, rock it
It I was seeing the same scene adopted
Prevalent in different with the witnesses indifferent to stop it
They said 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, cross on fire
We all got suspended, I got sentenced
So I got no to go
They down my gang sign, I ain't got no hang time
They talk about my sneakers, our leader
My father ain't seen me, off my TV
Cause it me soul

So through the Reaper sickle sharpening
Macintosh
Oil auguring
adolescent disarmament
Israeli
Islamic martyrdom,
Yeah, laser targeting
Oil for food, water, and terrorist organization
Sand army men
CCF sponsoring, world conquering, telephone
Louis Vuitton modeling, pornographic actress
String pondering, bullimic vomiting
priest fondling, pre-emptive bombing and Osama and no bombing them
They in my car again, deforestation and overlogging and
and Hypnotic swallowing, hydroponic coughing and
All the world's ills, on chrome 24-inch wheels, like that

They say I'm infected, this is why I
I had it aborted, we got
My laptop got spyware, they say that I lie here
But I got no to go
I stop eatin, my best friend's leaving
My touched me, I love this country
I lost my earpiece, I hope y'all me
it hurts me soul