Luyện nghe bài hát Forgive Me Father

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Uh uuh uuh
Uh uh
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There's a lot of money over
(Ha ha ha)
Ha ha ha
(Ha ha ha)
Uuh
Uuh uuh uuh
That's to Brooklyn
(Yeah)

I'm
I don't know what the fuck is wrong with nigga's man
Maybe 'cause I'm eatin' and bastards fiend for my grub
(Ooh)
I carry like I serve gasoline to these scrubs
Have you seen my Aston leanin' on
(Ooh)
And they can't afford chrome so puttin' vasoline on they hubs
(Ha ha )
I'm lookin' for a girl with a ass 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 do much to pull 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 the mags with bullets to flicker
(Brrr brrr)
And I ain't hesitatin' I'm pullin' it quicker
(Brrr brrr)
So you can act after a few pulls on some liquor
(Uhh)
You gotta it on nigga's
(Uhh)
And won't be goin' nowhere for a while
(Uhh)
They might as well out a snicker
You could

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

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

me father for I have sinned
But look at all this that I spend
And look at all jewelry that I'm in
And at all the places that I've been
And at all the women in those brims
Look at the blue that I'm in
I look at all the bullshit that been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again,

I'm in a waggy em passin' by ya
(Yeah)
With a baby girl who suck harder Maggie on a pacifier
(Oh)
What I'm smokin'll have you Aggie as last supplier
(Oh yeah)
When you can smell it through the bag you know some fire
(Yeah)
Gettin' stressed by hotties is regular
(Aha)
I got a magazine to press to your like editor's
(Aha)
me somebody I'm beggin' ya
(C'mon)
I got the gatlin' gun like the body in predator
(C'mon)
(Yeah)
I'm a hustler I sling no rocks to the fiends now
(Aha)
I got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between
(Aha)
Any other dude who dish rocks want
(What)
'Cause I chop jobs bigger than Chris front teef
(Haa)
I'm the tearin' the walls up in your miss
(Yeah)
In exchange for a small cup of the
(Ha ha)
And while you at probation a small cup full of piss
(Aha aha)
I'm in a coupe with a roof ball up like a fist
(Catch up)

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

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

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