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

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

(Chorus)
Lord me, for I've sinned
Over and over again, to stay on top
I memories, filled with sin
Over and over again, and

Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you talk of the team
See niggas feared Prince and Preme
For all you slow I'm a break it down iller
See was a business man and Prince was the killer
Remember, he used to push the BM, uh huh
here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
The roll with Easy Wider and ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell
I used to cat
Hurt me to my to hear that nigga 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 draggin jet
From Gerald to Baby Wise, don't be suprised
Of how I thought of names of guys who dealt with pies
Like LA and Wise, L got in the neck, then told his connect
niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fuckin Dominicans, turned and gave 'em more bricks

(Chorus)

That first verse is just a dose of the that I'm on
Consider the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran
I know a lot of niggas that get dough like and Joe
And Prince and Rightous from Hillside with the mole on his
my struggles through the hood, I started learnin
Life's a bitch, with a pretty face, but she
Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through whips Cigar
Gamble all the like country-curly head Prince and Tata
Po-po under pressure too, they what they facin
Go against crews like and killers like Pappy Mason
A lotta niggas I know been corrupted birth
Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything worth
I know some cats hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall
Together niggas stand and they fall
Round here, shook niggas they it in motion
Come around here 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 dead
Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to wash the
Had money out the ass, he politic like the
FEDs couldn't catch him dirty so for tax evasion

(Chorus)

Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money they was about yo
The twins was from but got crazy cream with Alpo
Throughout my time I heard of Himey, Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky

Rodney Bump and Chick,
A lot a niggas flow the way I
but ain't been in the all their life so don't know who I know
Writin is the best way I express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in
Comin up I heard sippin to booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch the news you see playas in this game lose
I'm forgettin and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance
Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money
And a conversation shrimp and lobster
And Benny Hiners Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners
out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
If the don't kill you the Mac will

(Chorus)