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

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

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Lord me, for I've sinned
and over again, just to stay on top
I recall memories, filled sin
Over and over again, and

Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear of the team
See niggas feared Prince and Preme
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it iller
See Preme was a man and Prince was the killer
Remember, he used to the bulletproof BM, uh huh
here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
The roll with Wider and they ain't get blunted
Had the projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I did was sell crack
I to idolize cat
Hurt me to my heart to hear that 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 truck through the hood jet skis
From Gerald Wallace to 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 told his
Them niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten
Fuckin Dominicans, around and gave 'em more bricks

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That first verse is just a dose of the shit I'm on
Consider this the first chapter in the Quran
I know a lot of niggas get dough like Bimmy and Joe
And Prince and from Hillside with the mole on his nose
Throughout my struggles the hood, I started learnin
a bitch, with a pretty face, but she burnin
Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz run through whips like Cigar
Gamble all the time like head Prince and Tata
Po-po pressure too, they know what they facin
Go against like B-Bo and killers like Pappy Mason
A lotta I know been corrupted since birth
Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything worth
I some cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall
Together niggas stand and divided fall
here, shook niggas they keep it in motion
Come around here your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean
Lord knows, Tommy had loved and
Helicopters, Royces with Louie Vuitton interior
sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead serious
Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to the money
Had money out the ass, he politic like the
FEDs catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion

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

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

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