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
That's word to
(Yeah)

I'm
I don't what 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 serve to these scrubs
Have you seen my leanin' on dubs
(Ooh)
And they can't afford chrome so they puttin' vasoline on they
(Ha ha )
I'm for a girl with a ass like Tina to rub
Take and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub
(Ooh)
These niggas hate I'm movin' so cash and cream 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 pullin' a
(Uhh)
I'm switchin' the tags and pullin' 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 pull it on nigga's
(Uhh)
And they won't be nowhere for a while
(Uhh)
They might as well pull out a
You could

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

Hey the kid move you know the Hammers'll be with me
(Yeah)
Pokin' out the shirt a Pamela Lee titty
(Aha)
I went on tour bought the samples of D 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 now I got G with me
(Ha ha)
(Yo)
Along with the third leg that I be in these bitties
I keep the revolver you hope my jam
(You my gun'll jam)
But with the soap it's blame
There fore put freckles on your like O P Cunningham
why I'm watched by the feds and scoped 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)
you understand or use better sense
(Uh)
These nigga's dont want no beef they want lawsuit settlements
(Uh uh uh)

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

I'm in a waggy with em by ya
(Yeah)
a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier
(Oh)
What I'm smokin'll have you Aggie as 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)
Test me somebody I'm ya
(C'mon)
I got the gatlin' gun like Jesse the 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)
I chop jobs bigger than Chris rock front teef
(Haa)
I'm the tearin' the walls up in your miss
(Yeah)
In exchange for a cup of the Cris
(Ha ha)
And you at probation fillin' a small cup full of piss
(Aha aha)
I'm in a coupe with a roof that ball up a fist
(Catch up)

Forgive me father for I sinned
But look at all this money I spend
And look at all this that I'm in
And look at all the places that been
And at all the women in those brims
Look at the flames that I'm in
I at all the bullshit that there's 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, street family, we

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