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 I've
Over and again, just to stay on top
I memories, filled with sin
and over again, and again

Yo, when you talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team
See feared Prince and respected Preme
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it iller
See Preme was a man and Prince 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 Easy Wider and they ain't get
Had the projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I did was sell crack
I used to cat
Hurt me to my heart to hear that snitched on Pap, how he go out like

Rumors in the hood was Jes was
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 truck through the hood jet skis
From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be
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 niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten
Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and 'em more bricks

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That verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on
Consider this the first chapter in the Quran
I know a lot of niggas that get dough like 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, with a pretty face, but she
Man I'm a get cheese Chaz then run through whips like Cigar
Gamble all the time country-curly head Prince and Tata
Po-po under pressure too, they know what facin
Go against crews B-Bo and killers like Pappy Mason
A lotta niggas I know been since birth
Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything worth
I know cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall
Together niggas stand and divided fall
Round here, shook niggas they it in motion
Come here with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean
Lord knows, Tommy had loved and
Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Vuitton interior
Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm serious
Montanna was no dummy, Benice 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 queens but got crazy cream Alpo
Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy, Pauly, Ducky

Rodney and Chick, shit
A lot a niggas the way I flow
but ain't 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 by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard to much booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch the you see playas in this game that lose
I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and
Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Bags
And a conversation over shrimp and
And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started diners
Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Will
If the don't kill you the Mac will

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