Luyện nghe bài hát Josephine

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

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

Come on, yo, I know this chick the hood named Courtney Cox
And her brain is easy to pick faulty locks
awfully hot, asshole 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 but her calculations wasn't right
Infatuated the life of dope fiends and crack pushers
Prostituting for old pimps who mack

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
Fiending for a hit one day it's gon' kill her

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

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

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

Had a flesh back, screwing dude up in his hashback
The night before, body still sore, 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 by mankind
Uh, caught up in a desperate rage, was blessed AIDS
her appetite, hardly slept in days

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

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

Yo, what your momma think of you girl?
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 and every ghetto
For those high, using drugs on every level
Living your life, day and night, getting
You better leave those drugs alone, me?

Up all night, under the party
popping and party hopping
All of your so called are leading you down the wrong road
Leading you back to crack, it's a fact

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