Luyện nghe bài hát Josephine

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

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

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

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

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

The clinic didn't help she just another young black
Destroying her pretty 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 wash your sins
be here to do them all over again

She wakes up with an urge to get
Everyday the same routine 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 back, screwing some dude 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 stuck in her arm

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

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

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

Yo, your momma gonna 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 growing up much too

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

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

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