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 what the fuck is wrong with these nigga's man
Maybe 'cause I'm and these bastards fiend for my grub
(Ooh)
I carry pumps I serve 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 for a girl with a ass like Tina to rub
Take home and let her watch the plasma 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 a tab and pullin' a sticker
(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 it quicker
(Brrr brrr)
So you can act after a few pulls on some liquor
(Uhh)
You gotta it on nigga's
(Uhh)
And they won't be goin' nowhere for a
(Uhh)
They might as well pull out a
You give

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

Hey the kid move you know the Hammers'll be with me
(Yeah)
Pokin' out the like a Pamela Lee titty
(Aha)
I went on tour bought the 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 'cause you see me on the camera with P
(Uh uh)
(Haa haa)
Dammit we p now I got G with me
(Ha ha)
(Yo)
Along with the leg that I be rammin' in these bitties
I keep the revolver you my gun'll jam
(You hope my jam)
But with the it's gonna blame
There fore put freckles on your face O P Cunningham
That's why I'm watched by the and scoped by Uncle Sam
(Yeah)
Dope and hun'ed grams and hun'ed grams
(Yeah)
(Uh)
At the time our artist get to open summer jam
(Uhh)
Hope you understand or use sense
(Uh)
These nigga's dont want no beef they want lawsuit settlements
(Uh uh uh)

Forgive me father for I have
But look at all this money that I
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
at the blue flames that I'm in
I look at all the that there's been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again,

I'm in a with em passin' by ya
(Yeah)
a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier
(Oh)
What I'm smokin'll have you Aggie as your last
(Oh yeah)
When you can smell it through the bag you know that's some
(Yeah)
Gettin' stressed by these is regular
(Aha)
I got a magazine to press to your body editor's
(Aha)
Test me somebody I'm 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 who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds
(Aha)
Any dude who dish rocks want beef
(What)
'Cause I chop jobs bigger than Chris rock front
(Haa)
I'm the nigga tearin' the up in your miss
(Yeah)
In for a small cup of the Cris
(Ha ha)
And while you at probation a small cup full of piss
(Aha aha)
I'm in a coupe a roof that ball up like a fist
(Catch up)

Forgive me father for I sinned
But look at all this that I spend
And look at all this jewelry I'm in
And look at all the places 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 there's been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again,

Thats right I'll do it nigga
(Uuh, yeah)
I'm a mother fuckin' superstar nigga
(Uuh uhh uh)
storm, street 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 know what the fuck you doin'
(Uuh, uuh, yeah)