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

Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the
See niggas feared and respected Preme
For all you slow I'm a break it down iller
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 with Easy Wider and they ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was crack
I used to cat
Hurt me to my heart to hear that nigga on Pap, how he go out like

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

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

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

Rodney and Chick, shit
A lot a niggas the way I flow
but ain't been in the game all their 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
up I heard sippin to much 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 and Lance
Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money
And a conversation over shrimp and
And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started diners
Shout out to and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
If the flow kill you the Mac will

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