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 south?
One

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

Yo, when you talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team
See niggas feared Prince and Preme
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down
See Preme was a business man and was the killer
Remember, he used to push the BM, uh huh
This get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
The roll with Wider and they ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on
As a youth, all I did was sell crack
I to idolize cat
me to my heart to hear that nigga snitched 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 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 Wallace to Baby Wise, be suprised
Of how freely I thought of names of who dealt with pies
Like LA and Wise, L got in the neck, then told his connect
Them niggas who 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks

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That first verse is a dose of the shit that I'm on
this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran
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 struggles the hood, I started learnin
Life's a bitch, a pretty face, but she burnin
Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz run through whips like Cigar
Gamble all the time like country-curly head and Tata
Po-po under pressure too, they know what 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 they worth
I know some cats that hail at old complexes like Wall
Together niggas stand and divided fall
Round here, shook niggas keep it in motion
Come around here with your rollie you can get robbed like
Lord knows, had loved and sold
Helicopters, Rolls Royces Louie Vuitton interior
Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm serious
Montanna was no dummy, brought to wash the money
Had money out the ass, he like the Asian
FEDs couldn't him dirty 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 but got crazy cream with Alpo
Throughout my I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky

Rodney and Chick, shit
A lot a flow the way I flow
but ain't been in the 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, I'll be or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much leave you confused
And if you watch the news you see playas in this game lose
I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and
Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money
And a conversation over and lobster
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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