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

Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear of the team
See niggas feared 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 to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh
This here get ya seasick, I sat back and shit
The roll with Easy Wider and they ain't get
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on
As a youth, all I ever did was sell
I to idolize cat
Hurt me to my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pap, how he go out

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 through the hood draggin jet skis
From Wallace 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
Them who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks

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That verse 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 that get like Bimmy 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, a pretty face, but she burnin
Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through like Cigar
Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and
Po-po under pressure too, they know what facin
Go against like B-Bo and killers like Pappy Mason
A lotta niggas I been corrupted since birth
Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything worth
I know some cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley
Together stand and divided they fall
Round here, niggas they keep it in motion
Come around here with your rollie you can get like Ocean
Lord knows, Tommy had and sold
Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie interior
Might like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead serious
Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to wash the
Had money out the ass, he politic the Asian
FEDs couldn't catch him so settled for tax evasion

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Yo, rest in to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo
The twins was from but got crazy cream with Alpo
Throughout my I heard tales 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 rhymes is the way I express how I feel
If I rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I sippin to much booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch the news you see in this game that lose
I'm forgettin and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance
Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Bags
And a over shrimp and lobster
And Benny Hiners heard stopped boxin, and started robbin diners
Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black
If the flow kill you the Mac will

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