Luyện nghe bài hát Forgive Me Father

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There's a lot of money here
(Ha ha ha)
Ha ha ha
(Ha ha ha)
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Uuh uuh uuh
word to Brooklyn
(Yeah)

I'm
I don't know the fuck is wrong with these nigga's man
Maybe 'cause I'm eatin' and bastards fiend for my grub
(Ooh)
I carry pumps like I gasoline to these scrubs
Have you seen my Aston leanin' on
(Ooh)
And they afford chrome so they puttin' vasoline on they hubs
(Ha ha )
I'm lookin' for a with a ass like Tina to rub
home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub
(Ooh)
These niggas hate I'm movin' so much cash and in the club
(Yeah)
And pass my green on my bub
(All right)
But I'm a fly nigga that don't do much to her and dick her
(Aha)
Everyday I'm poppin' a tab and a sticker
(Uhh)
I'm switchin' the tags and pullin' up sicker
(Yea)
Every K I'm loadin' the mags bullets to flicker
(Brrr brrr)
And I ain't hesitatin' I'm pullin' it quicker
(Brrr brrr)
So you can act tough after a few on some liquor
(Uhh)
You gotta pull it on
(Uhh)
And they won't be goin' nowhere for a
(Uhh)
They might as well out a snicker
You could

Forgive me for I have sinned
But look at all money that I spend
And look at all this that I'm in
And look at all the places that been
And look at all the women in brims
at the blue flames that I'm in
I look at all the bullshit that there's
And if I had another I'd do it again, nigga

Hey anywhere the kid you know the Hammers'll be with me
(Yeah)
out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty
(Aha)
I went on bought the samples of D with me
(Yo)
Came back a month later bought a lambo for fifty
(Ha ha)
Think I throw you grams if you read me
Just you see me on the camera with P Diddy
(Uh uh)
(Haa haa)
Dammit we p driddy now I got G me
(Ha ha)
(Yo)
Along with the third leg I be rammin' in these bitties
I keep the you hope my gun'll jam
(You my gun'll jam)
But with the soap gonna blame
There fore put freckles on your face O P Cunningham
That's why I'm watched by the feds and scoped by Sam
(Yeah)
and hun'ed grams rope and hun'ed grams
(Yeah)
(Uh)
At the time our artist get to open summer jam
(Uhh)
you understand or use better sense
(Uh)
These nigga's dont want no beef want lawsuit settlements nigga
(Uh uh uh)

me father for I have sinned
But at all this money that I spend
And look at all this that I'm in
And look at all the that I've been
And look at all the women in brims
Look at the blue that I'm in
I look at all the that there's been
And if I had chance I'd do it again, nigga

I'm in a waggy em passin' by ya
(Yeah)
a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier
(Oh)
What I'm have you Aggie as your last supplier
(Oh yeah)
When you can smell it through the bag you that's some fire
(Yeah)
Gettin' stressed by these hotties is
(Aha)
I got a magazine to press to your body editor's
(Aha)
me somebody I'm beggin' ya
(C'mon)
I got the gatlin' gun like Jesse the body in
(C'mon)
(Yeah)
I'm a hustler I don't sling no to the fiends now
(Aha)
I got dudes who sit on corners a boxer between rounds
(Aha)
Any other who dish rocks want beef
(What)
I chop jobs bigger than Chris rock front teef
(Haa)
I'm the nigga tearin' the up in your miss
(Yeah)
In exchange for a cup of the Cris
(Ha ha)
And while you at probation fillin' a cup full of piss
(Aha aha)
I'm in a coupe with a roof that ball up like a
(Catch up)

Forgive me father for I have
But look at all this money I spend
And look at all this that I'm in
And at all the places that I've been
And at all the women in those brims
Look at the flames that I'm in
I look at all the bullshit there's been
And if I had another I'd do it again, nigga

right I'll do it again nigga
(Uuh, yeah)
I'm a fuckin' ghetto superstar nigga
(Uuh uhh uh)
storm, street family, we here

(Uuh uh)
Young G's,
(Uu uh)
(Yeah)
Get this fuckin' man
It's a lot of money over here
(Yeah)
I don't what the fuck you doin'
(Uuh, uuh, yeah)