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

Yo, when you talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team
See niggas feared 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 the bulletproof BM, uh huh
here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
The roll Easy Wider 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 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
to drive 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 who dealt with pies
Like LA and Wise, L got shot in the neck, then told his
niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more

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That first verse is just a dose of the that I'm on
Consider this the first chapter in the Quran
I know a lot of niggas get dough like Bimmy and Joe
And Prince and Rightous from Hillside with the on his nose
my struggles through the hood, I started 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 Prince and Tata
Po-po pressure too, they know what they facin
Go against crews like B-Bo and killers like Pappy
A lotta I know been corrupted since birth
Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for they worth
I know some that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall
Together niggas and divided they fall
Round here, niggas they keep it in motion
around here with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean
Lord knows, Tommy had loved and
Helicopters, Royces with Louie Vuitton interior
Might sound I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead 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 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 heard tales of Himey, Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly,

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
rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll you confused
And if you watch the news you see playas in this game lose
I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Tony and Lance
Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Bags
And a over shrimp and lobster
And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started diners
Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black
If the don't kill you the Mac will

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