Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Qu Ran (Forgive Me Pt. 1)

(talking)
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know the dirty south?
One

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

Yo, you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected
For all you muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was a business man and was the killer
Remember, he used to the bulletproof BM, uh huh
This here get ya seasick, I sat and peeped shit
The roll with Easy Wider and ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on
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 was Jes was snitchin
I believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSX-R
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to drive his through the hood draggin jet skis
From Gerald to Baby Wise, don't be suprised
Of how freely I of names of guys who dealt with pies
LA and Wise, L got shot in the neck, then told his connect
Them niggas who 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fuckin Dominicans, around and gave 'em more bricks

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That verse 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 that get dough like and Joe
And Prince and from Hillside with the mole on his nose
Throughout my through the hood, I started learnin
Life's a bitch, with a face, but she burnin
Man I'm a get like 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 Pappy
A lotta I know been corrupted since birth
Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything worth
I know some cats that hail at old like Cooley Wall
Together niggas stand and 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, Rolls Royces with Louie interior
Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead
Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to wash the
Had out the ass, he politic like 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 queens but got cream with Alpo
Throughout my I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky

Rodney and Chick, shit
A lot a niggas flow the way I
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 leave you confused
And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that
I'm forgettin and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance
Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags
And a conversation over and lobster
And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin
Shout out to and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
If the don't kill you the Mac will

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