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
and over again, just to stay on top
I recall memories, filled sin
and over again, and again

Yo, when you talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team
See niggas Prince and respected Preme
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 and peeped shit
The roll with Easy and they ain't get blunted
Had the projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell
I used to cat
Hurt me to my heart to hear that nigga on Pap, how he go out like

Rumors in the hood was Jes was
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 Gerald Wallace to Wise, don't be suprised
Of how freely I thought of of guys who dealt with pies
LA and Wise, L got shot in the neck, then told his connect
Them 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 dose of the shit I'm on
Consider this the first chapter in the Quran
I know a lot of niggas that get dough Bimmy and Joe
And Prince and from 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 like Chaz 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 like B-Bo and killers like Pappy Mason
A lotta niggas I been corrupted since birth
to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth
I know cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall
Together stand and divided they fall
Round here, shook niggas keep it in motion
Come around here with your you can get robbed like Ocean
Lord knows, Tommy had loved and
Helicopters, Rolls with Louie Vuitton interior
Might sound I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead serious
Montanna was no dummy, brought 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, in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo
The twins was from but got crazy cream with Alpo
Throughout my time I tales of Himey, Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky

Rodney and Chick, shit
A lot a flow the way I flow
but been in the game all their 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, be dead or in jail
Comin up I sippin to much booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch the news you see playas in game that lose
I'm Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance
Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags
And a conversation over shrimp and
And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and robbin diners
Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black
If the flow kill you the Mac will

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