Luyện nghe bài hát Josephine

God's woman, what's on?
I know seem messed up sometime
You out and you can't handle the situation
Sometime it feels you lacking the guidance
And you don't know to do but stay strong
And keep in mind that he always you, it's what it is

Josephine, the times are tough
Seems to me you just get enough
The rain won't away your sins
You'll be here to do them all over

Come on, yo, I know this chick from the hood Courtney Cox
And her brain is easy to like faulty locks
She's awfully hot, asshole burning tobasco
She used to be thick, it's like the hell her ass go

smoking weed and graduated to the pipe
Thought she could quit but her calculations wasn't right
Infatuated with the life of dope fiends and crack
Prostituting for old who mack hookers

Putting dope in the cook, for her vein
Tracks all her arms, she never felt the pain
The monkey on her is now a gorilla
for a hit knowing one day it's gon' kill her

The clinic didn't she just another young black woman
Destroying her image and her health
Got me thinking to myself, damn, how can this
I her on the corner, nodding off, sniffin' and scratching

Josephine, the are getting tough
Seems to me you just get enough
The rain won't away your sins
You'll be to do them all over again

She wakes up with an to get high
Everyday the same needing the mood of fix to get by
So she reaches for her purse, the bag and the needle
Tie a her arm and start shooting up the diesel

Had a flesh back, screwing some up in his hashback
The before, body still sore, holding her ass crack
A John, she met her through Tom
She passed out the syringe still stuck in her arm

Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her mind
From the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by
Uh, caught up in a rage, was blessed with AIDS
Lost her appetite, hardly slept in

Now it's too late, praying to Jesus, she fucked
With the wrong penis contaminated diseases
Two pregnant, carrying around her fetus
But they her on Broad, in the dumpster, behind the cleaners

Josephine, the times are tough
to me you just won't get enough
The rain won't away your sins
You'll be here to do them all over

Yo, what your momma gonna think of you
Her little baby's all up, strung out on the world
Tryna make some quick cash for a hit of that
Listen, baby, you growing up much too

Uh, this goes out to every project and ghetto
For those getting high, using drugs on level
Living your life, day and night, stoned
You better leave drugs alone, feel me?

Up all night, the party lights
Finger popping and hopping
All of so called friends are leading you down the wrong road
Leading you back to crack, a known fact

And it is time that you me
I'll be there to ya
I'll be leaning pole when you're falling down
I'll be there when you're falling down, or later, oh yeah