Luyện nghe bài hát Josephine

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

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

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

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

Putting dope in the cook, for her vein
Tracks all over her arms, she felt the pain
The on her back 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 pretty and her health
Got me thinking to myself, damn, how can happen?
I seen her on the corner, off, sniffin' and scratching

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

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

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

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

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

Josephine, the times are getting
Seems to me you won't get enough
The won't wash away your sins
You'll be here to do them all again

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

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

Up all night, under the lights
Finger popping and hopping
All of your so called friends are leading you 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 your leaning pole you're falling down
I'll be there when you're falling down, sooner or later, oh