Luyện nghe bài hát Forgive Me Father

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

I'm
I don't know what the fuck is with these 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 on dubs
(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
Take and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub
(Ooh)
These niggas hate I'm movin' so much and cream in the club
(Yeah)
And don't pass my 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 pullin' a
(Uhh)
Everyday I'm switchin' the tags and up sicker
(Yea)
Every K I'm loadin' the mags with to flicker
(Brrr brrr)
And I ain't hesitatin' homie I'm pullin' it
(Brrr brrr)
So you can act tough after a few on some liquor
(Uhh)
You gotta it on nigga's
(Uhh)
And they won't be goin' for a while
(Uhh)
They might as well out a snicker
You could

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

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

Forgive me for I have sinned
But at all this money that I spend
And at all this jewelry that I'm in
And look at all the places that been
And at all the women in those brims
Look at the blue flames I'm in
I look at all the that there's been
And if I had another 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)
you can smell it through the bag you know that's 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 don't sling no rocks to the now
(Aha)
I got dudes who sit on corners like a between rounds
(Aha)
Any dude who dish rocks want beef
(What)
'Cause I chop jobs bigger than Chris rock teef
(Haa)
I'm the nigga the walls up in your miss
(Yeah)
In for a small cup of the Cris
(Ha ha)
And while you at probation fillin' a small cup full of
(Aha aha)
I'm in a coupe with a roof that ball up a fist
(Catch up)

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

Thats right do it again nigga
(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' over here
(Yeah)
I don't know what the you doin'
(Uuh, uuh, yeah)