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

(talking)
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what niggas know about 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, filled sin
Over and again, and again

Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the
See niggas feared Prince and respected
For all you slow I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was a man and Prince was the killer
Remember, he used to push the BM, uh huh
This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped
The with Easy Wider and they ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for on five-hundred
As a youth, all I did was sell 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 that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSX-R
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to drive his truck through the draggin jet skis
From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be
Of how freely I thought of of guys who dealt with pies
Like LA and Wise, L got shot in the neck, then his connect
Them niggas who 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Dominicans, turned 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 in the ghetto's Quran
I know a lot of that get dough like Bimmy and Joe
And and Rightous from Hillside with the mole on his nose
Throughout my struggles the hood, I started learnin
Life's a bitch, with a pretty face, but she
Man I'm a get cheese like then run through whips like Cigar
all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tata
Po-po under pressure too, know what they facin
Go against crews like B-Bo and killers Pappy Mason
A lotta niggas I know been since birth
Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they
I know some cats that hail at old like Cooley Wall
Together niggas stand and divided fall
here, shook niggas they keep it in motion
Come around here with your you can get robbed like Ocean
knows, Tommy had loved and sold
Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie interior
Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead
Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to wash the
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 they was yo
The twins was queens but got crazy cream with Alpo
Throughout my I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky

Rodney Bump and Chick,
A lot a niggas flow the way I
but been in the game all their life so don't know who I know
rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you
And if you watch the news you see in this game that lose
I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and
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 Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black
If the flow don't kill you the Mac

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