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

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

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Lord me, for I've sinned
Over and again, just to stay on top
I recall memories, with sin
and over again, and again

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

Rumors in the hood was Jes was
I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to 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 guys who dealt pies
Like LA and Wise, L got 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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first 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 like Bimmy and Joe
And Prince and from Hillside with the mole on his nose
Throughout my struggles through the hood, I learnin
Life's a bitch, with a pretty face, but she
Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through like Cigar
Gamble all the time like country-curly head and Tata
Po-po under pressure too, know what they facin
Go against crews like B-Bo and killers Pappy Mason
A lotta niggas I know been corrupted birth
Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they
I know some cats that hail at old complexes Cooley Wall
niggas stand and divided they fall
Round here, shook they keep it in motion
Come around here your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean
Lord knows, had loved and sold
Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Vuitton interior
Might 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 politic like the
FEDs catch him dirty so settled 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 crazy cream with
Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy, Pauly, Ducky

Rodney Bump and Chick,
A lot a niggas the way I flow
but ain't been in the game all their life so know who I know
Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in
Comin up I heard to much booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch the news you see playas in this game lose
I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty and Lance
Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Bags
And a over shrimp and lobster
And Benny Hiners heard Chico 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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