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

Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you talk of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down
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 shit
The roll with Easy Wider and they get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for on five-hundred
As a youth, all I did was sell crack
I used to 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 first
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 of guys who dealt 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, turned around and gave 'em bricks

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That first 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 from Hillside with the on his nose
Throughout my struggles through the hood, I learnin
Life's a bitch, with a face, but she burnin
Man I'm a get cheese Chaz then run through whips like Cigar
Gamble all the time like country-curly Prince and Tata
Po-po under pressure too, they know they facin
Go against crews like B-Bo and killers like Mason
A lotta I know been corrupted since birth
Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything worth
I know cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall
Together stand and divided they fall
Round here, niggas they keep it in motion
Come around here with your rollie you can get like Ocean
Lord knows, Tommy had and sold
Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Vuitton interior
sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead serious
Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to wash the
Had money out the ass, he politic the Asian
FEDs couldn't catch him so settled for tax evasion

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

Rodney Bump and Chick,
A lot a flow the way I flow
but ain't been in the game all life so don't know who I know
Writin rhymes is the best way I how I feel
If I ain't 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 you see playas in this game that lose
I'm forgettin and Jazz, Pretty 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 started diners
out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
If the flow don't you the Mac will

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