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 sinned
Over and again, just to stay 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 Prince and respected Preme
For all you muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
See was a business man and Prince was the killer
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 whole projects for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was crack
I to idolize cat
Hurt me to my heart to 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 GSX-R
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, told his connect
Them niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten
Fuckin Dominicans, turned 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 from Hillside the mole on his nose
Throughout my struggles through the hood, I started
Life's a bitch, a pretty face, but she burnin
Man I'm a get like Chaz then run through whips like Cigar
all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tata
Po-po under pressure too, they know they facin
Go crews like B-Bo and killers like Pappy Mason
A lotta niggas I know been since birth
Enticed to rob for fun, for everything they worth
I some cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall
Together niggas and divided they fall
Round here, shook niggas keep it in motion
Come around with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean
Lord knows, Tommy had and sold
Helicopters, Rolls 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 like the
FEDs couldn't catch him dirty so for tax evasion

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Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was 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 the way I flow
but ain't been in the all their life so don't know who I know
rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
If I rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that
I'm Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance
Head Lou, Mel son, and E Money Bags
And a conversation over shrimp and
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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