Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Qu Ran (Forgive Me Pt. 1)

(talking)
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know the dirty south?
One

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forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again, just to on top
I recall memories, with sin
and over again, and again

Yo, you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team
See niggas Prince and respected Preme
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down
See Preme was a business man and Prince was the
Remember, he to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh
here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
The roll with Easy Wider and they ain't get
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on
As a youth, all I ever did was crack
I to idolize cat
me to my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pap, how he go out like

Rumors in the was Jes was snitchin
I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my GSX-R
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to drive his through the hood draggin jet skis
Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be suprised
Of how freely I thought of names of guys who with pies
Like LA and Wise, L got shot in the neck, then his connect
niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fuckin Dominicans, around and gave 'em more bricks

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That verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on
Consider this the chapter in the ghetto's Quran
I a lot of niggas that get dough like Bimmy and Joe
And and Rightous from Hillside with the mole on his nose
Throughout my through the hood, I started learnin
Life's a bitch, with a face, but she burnin
Man I'm a get cheese like then run through whips like Cigar
Gamble all the time country-curly head Prince and Tata
Po-po under too, they know what they facin
Go against crews like and killers like Pappy Mason
A lotta niggas I know been since birth
to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth
I know cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall
Together niggas stand and they fall
Round here, niggas they keep it in motion
Come around with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean
Lord knows, Tommy had and sold
Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie Vuitton
Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm serious
Montanna was no dummy, brought to wash the money
Had money out the ass, he politic like the
FEDs couldn't him dirty so settled for tax evasion

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Yo, rest in to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo
The twins was from but got crazy cream with Alpo
Throughout my time I heard of Himey, Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky

Rodney and Chick, shit
A lot a niggas flow the way I
but ain't been in the game all their life so don't who I know
Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in
Comin up I heard sippin to booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that
I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and
Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags
And a conversation over shrimp and
And Benny Hiners heard stopped boxin, and started robbin diners
Shout out to and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
If the flow don't you the Mac will

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