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 hear of the southside, you hear talk of the team
See niggas Prince and respected 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 the bulletproof BM, uh huh
This here get ya seasick, I sat back and shit
The roll Easy Wider and they ain't get blunted
Had the whole workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I did was sell crack
I to idolize 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 ain't believe that, pa, he me cop my first GSX-R
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to drive his truck the hood draggin jet skis
From Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be suprised
Of how freely I thought of names of guys who 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 'em more bricks

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first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on
Consider this the chapter in the ghetto's Quran
I a lot of niggas that get dough like Bimmy and Joe
And Prince and Rightous Hillside with the mole on his nose
Throughout my struggles the hood, I started learnin
Life's a bitch, with a face, but she burnin
Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through whips like
Gamble all the time like country-curly head and Tata
Po-po under pressure too, they know they facin
Go against crews like B-Bo and killers Pappy Mason
A lotta niggas I know been corrupted since
Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything worth
I know some cats that hail at old complexes Cooley Wall
niggas stand and divided they fall
Round here, shook niggas they it in motion
Come around here with your you can get robbed like Ocean
Lord knows, Tommy had and sold
Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie Vuitton
sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead serious
Montanna was no dummy, brought to wash the money
Had money out the ass, he like the Asian
FEDs couldn't catch him so settled for tax evasion

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Yo, rest in peace to and Ron, money what they was about yo
The twins was queens 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 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 rich by twenty-six, 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 game that lose
I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty and Lance
Head Lou, Mel son, and E Money Bags
And a conversation over shrimp and
And Benny Hiners heard stopped boxin, and started robbin diners
Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black
If the don't kill you the Mac will

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