Luyện nghe bài hát Josephine

God's woman, going on?
I know things seem messed up
You stressed out and you can't the situation
Sometime it like you lacking the guidance
And you know what to do but stay strong
And keep in mind that he loves you, it's what it is

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

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

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

Putting dope in the cook, searching for her
all over 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 help she another young black woman
her pretty image and her health
Got me to myself, damn, how can this happen?
I seen her on the corner, off, sniffin' and scratching

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

She wakes up an urge to get high
Everyday the routine needing the mood of fix to get by
So she reaches for her purse, grab the bag and the
Tie a sock her arm and shooting up the diesel

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

Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her dear
From the troubles of the world, cursed by mankind
Uh, caught up in a desperate rage, was blessed with
Lost her appetite, hardly in days

Now too late, praying to Jesus, she fucked around
With the wrong penis contaminated with
Two months pregnant, around her fetus
But found her on Broad, in the dumpster, behind the cleaners

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

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

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

Up all night, the party lights
Finger popping and party
All of your so called friends are leading you down the road
you back to crack, it's a known fact

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