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
Over and over again, to stay on top
I memories, filled with sin
Over and again, and again

Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the
See niggas Prince and respected Preme
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down
See Preme was a business man and Prince was the
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 get blunted
Had the projects workin 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 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 drive his truck the hood draggin jet skis
From Gerald to Baby Wise, don't be suprised
Of how freely I thought of names of guys who dealt with
Like LA and Wise, L got shot in the neck, then his connect
Them who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fuckin Dominicans, 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 get dough like Bimmy and Joe
And Prince and Rightous 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 like Cigar
Gamble all the time like head Prince and Tata
Po-po under pressure too, know what they facin
Go crews like B-Bo and killers like Pappy Mason
A lotta niggas I know been corrupted birth
Enticed to rob for fun, for everything they worth
I know some cats that hail at old complexes like Wall
Together niggas stand and divided they
Round here, shook niggas they it in motion
Come around here with your rollie you can get like Ocean
Lord knows, Tommy had and sold
Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie Vuitton
Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm serious
Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to the money
Had money out the ass, he politic 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 was about yo
The twins was from but got crazy cream with Alpo
my time 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 way I express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to booze'll leave you confused
And if you the news you see playas in this game that lose
I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and
Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Bags
And a conversation over and lobster
And Benny heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners
Shout out to and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
If the flow don't kill you the Mac

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