Luyện nghe bài hát Josephine

God's woman, going on?
I know seem messed up sometime
You stressed out and you handle the situation
Sometime it feels like you the guidance
And you know what to do but stay strong
And in mind that he always loves you, it's what it is

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

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

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

Putting in the cook, searching for her vein
Tracks all over her arms, she never the pain
The on her back is now a gorilla
Fiending for a hit knowing one day gon' kill her

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

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

She up with an urge 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 sock her arm and start 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 out with 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 desperate rage, was with 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, the cleaners

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

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

Uh, goes out to every project and every ghetto
For those getting high, using drugs on level
your life, day and night, getting stoned
You leave those 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
you back to crack, it's a known fact

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