Luyện nghe bài hát I'm So...

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

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

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

Picked up the guitar, tried to
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 wakes me up mornin' 7:30 a.m.
Ridin' her exercycle blastin' FM
But she tells me I gotta it down
I up, I'm so down

I hate I be livin' on Clinton Street
The other day I saw a guy lyin' under a sheet
And 14 year old pushers tryin' to sell me dope
And the fuckin' music I can't even cope

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

Crawlin' all over the apartment are and moths
And my ex-boyfriend I act like David Lee Roth
All these record labels calling but they produce the cash
Yo boy, that goatee and uh, then call me back

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