Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Qua Ran

Uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh, side
y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One

Lord forgive me for sinned
Over and over again just to on top
I memories filled with sin
Over and again, and again

Yo, when you hear talk of the side, you hear talk of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it iller
See Preme was a business man and Prince was the

Remember, he used to push the BM, uh, huh
This get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
They roll with Easy Rider and ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects workin' for fifty on

As a youth, all I did was sell crack
I used to idolize cat, heart me in my
To that nigga snitched on Pat
How he go out like

Rumors in the was [unverified] was snitchin'
I believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSX-R
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
to drive his truck through the hood draggin' jet skis

From Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be surprised
Of how freely I thought of of games who dealt with pies
Like L A N Y's, L got shot in the neck, then told us
Them niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten
Dominicans turned around and gave 'em more bricks

Lord forgive me, for I've
Over and over again to stay on top
I recall memories filled sin
and over again, and again

That first verse is just a dose of the that I'm on
Consider this the first chapter in the Qu Ran
I know a lot of niggas get dough like Remmy and Joe
And Prince and Righteous from with the mole on his nose

Throughout my struggles the hood, I started learnin'
Life's a with a pretty face but she burnin'
Man, I'm a get cheese like then run through wips like Cigar
Gamble all the time like country-curly head and Tata

Popo under pressure too, they know what facin'
Go against crews B-Bo and killers like Patty Mason
A niggas I know been corrupted since birth
to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth

I know some cats that at old complexes like Cooley Wall
Together stand and divided they fall
'Round here, shook niggas they it in motion
Come around here with your rollie you can get like Ocean

Lord knows, had loved and sold
Helicopters, Royce's with Louie VaTonne interior
Might sound like I'm fantasizin', but son I'm serious
Montanna was no dummy, Benice to watch the money

Had money out the ass, he politic like the
Fed's couldn't catch him so settled for tax evasion

Lord forgive me, for sinned
Over and over just to stay on top
I memories filled with sin
Over and again, and again

Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was yo
The was some queens but got crazy cream with Alpo
Throughout my time I tales of Himey
Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky,

Rodney Bump and Chick, shit, a lot a flow the way I flow
But ain't been in the game all their life so 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 sippin' too booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch the news you see playas in this 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 robbin' diners, shout out to Clanvis and Clutch
Bob Dre, Black Will, if the flow don't you the Mac will

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