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 south?
One

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

Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear of the team
See feared Prince and respected Preme
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it iller
See Preme was a business man and was the killer
Remember, he used to the bulletproof BM, uh huh
This get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
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 to idolize cat
Hurt me to my to hear that nigga snitched on Pap, how he go out like

Rumors in the hood was Jes was
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 his truck through the hood draggin jet skis
From 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 told his
Them niggas who 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more

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

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Yo, in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo
The twins was from queens but got crazy cream with
Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy, 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 way I express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in
Comin up I sippin to much booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch the news you see playas in this game lose
I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty and Lance
Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags
And a conversation over and lobster
And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and robbin diners
Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black
If the flow don't kill you the Mac

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