Luyện nghe bài hát I'm So...

Woke up one morning, I was really
That kinda day when gettin'
Is like the hardest fuckin' thing that you ever imagine
Suckin' hard, yeah, I was cold

So I to make myself feel better
Called up Kim and I met her
'Cuz she always makes me feel just a little bit
And I advice, wonder if I was wrong for
Splittin' my baby, it was almost two years
Which is a lot you in dog years

But anyway, I enough songs about him in our day
So I'm gonna stop now and put it in the back of my brain
And tell you 'bout the other shit I have to about that day

Picked up the guitar, to play
Couldn't get past the A
And E and C and fuck, it was
All of a there's a knock at the door and it was my old neighbor

Who me up every mornin' 7:30 a.m.
Ridin' her exercycle blastin' FM
But she me I gotta keep it down
I give up, I'm so

I hate where I be on Clinton Street
The day I saw a dead guy lyin' under a sheet
And these 14 year old pushers tryin' to me dope
And the salsa music I can't even cope

I used to love livin' on the lower east side
But when I down the street, "Yo pussy need a ride?"
Is what I hear from every mac muthafucker givin'
Yo punk, I ain't a stripper, you see tassels?

Crawlin' all the apartment are cockroaches and moths
And my ex-boyfriend says I act like David Lee
All these record labels calling but they don't produce the
Yo boy, shave that goatee and uh, then call me

I'm working two different and I'm always fuckin' broke
tofu everyday and uh, maybe a coke
Feelin' down, feelin' bad, feelin' slow like a
Come on, get me off the mike 'cause I'm frontin' like