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

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

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
From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, be suprised
Of how freely I thought of names of guys who dealt pies
LA and Wise, L got shot in the neck, then told his connect
Them who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks

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

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

Rodney and Chick, shit
A lot a niggas the way I flow
but ain't in the game all their life so don't know who I know
Writin is the best way I express 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 playas in this that lose
I'm Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance
Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Bags
And a over shrimp and lobster
And Benny Hiners heard Chico boxin, and started robbin diners
Shout out to and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
If the flow kill you the Mac will

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