Luyện nghe bài hát Hurt Me Soul

Now I ain't trying to be the
I used to hate hip-hop, yup, because the women
But Too Short made me laugh, like a hypocrite I it
A hypocrite I stated, I only recited half
the word "bitch," cursing I wouldn't say it
Me and dog couldn't relate, til a I dated
Forgive my favorite word for hers and alike
But I learnt it a song I heard and sorta liked
Yeah, for the icing, glamorized drug dealing was
But the club kept it from in front of our building
Gangsta rap-based filmings became the building
For children with ceilings catching drippings with pots
Coupled with from Pac, Nas's "It Was Written"
In the mix with my realities and
Living conditions, religion, wisdom and artistic vision
I to jot, tap the world 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 call us
Took me off they welfare, can't afford they health
My teacher won't teach me, my 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 the ungodly
But by my 30th of "Streets is Watching"
I was back to props again and that was bothering
By this as a untouchable touching you
The theme songs that niggas hustle to seem wrong but these 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 they it
The in a suit pat her on the butt, then rock it
It seems I was seeing the scene adopted
Prevalent in different things with the indifferent to stop it
said don't knock it, mind ya business
His business isn't mine and nigga pimping got it

They took my daughter, we 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 my gang sign, I ain't got no hang time
talk about my sneakers, poisoned our leader
My father ain't me, turn off my TV
Cause it me soul

So through the Grim Reaper sickle
Macintosh
Oil auguring
adolescent disarmament
Israeli
martyrdom, precise
Yeah, laser targeting
Oil for food, water, and terrorist organization
Sand army men
CCF sponsoring, world conquering, monitoring
Louis Vuitton modeling, pornographic actress
theory pondering, bullimic vomiting
Catholic fondling, pre-emptive bombing and Osama and no bombing them
They breaking in my car again, deforestation and and
Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowing, hydroponic and
All the ills, sittin 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, 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 this country
I lost my earpiece, I hope y'all me
Cause it me soul