Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Qua Ran

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

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

Yo, when you hear talk of the south side, you 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 Prince was the

Remember, he to push the bulletproof BM, uh, huh
here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
They roll with Easy Rider and they get blunted
Had the whole projects workin' for on five-hundred

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

Rumors in the was [unverified] was snitchin'
I ain't 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 Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be
Of how I thought of names of games who dealt with pies
Like L A N Y's, L got shot in the neck, then us connect
niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fuckin' Dominicans around and gave 'em more bricks

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

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

Throughout my struggles through the hood, I 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 country-curly head Prince and Tata

Popo under pressure too, they know they facin'
Go against crews like B-Bo and like Patty 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 Cooley Wall
Together niggas stand and divided they
'Round here, shook niggas they it in motion
Come around with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean

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

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

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

Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, 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,

Bump and Chick, shit, a lot a niggas flow the way I flow
But ain't been in the all their life so don't know who I know
Writin' rhymes is the best way I express how I
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, be dead or in jail

Comin' up I heard sippin' too much booze'll you confused
And if you the news you see playas in this game that lose
I'm Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance
Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags

And a conversation over shrimp and
And Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin'
And started robbin' diners, shout out to Clanvis and
Bob Dre, Black Will, if the flow don't you the Mac will

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