Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Qua Ran

Uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh, South
What y'all niggas about the dirty south?
One

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

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

Remember, he used to the bulletproof BM, uh, huh
This here get ya seasick, I sat and peeped shit
They roll with Rider 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, heart me in my heart
To that nigga snitched on Pat
How he go out that?

Rumors in the hood was 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 through the hood draggin' jet skis

From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, be surprised
Of how freely I thought of names of games who with pies
Like L A N Y's, L got shot in the neck, told us connect
niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fuckin' turned around and gave 'em more bricks

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

That verse 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 dough like and Joe
And Prince and Righteous from Hillside with the mole on his

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

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

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

knows, Tommy had loved and sold
Helicopters, Rolls Royce's with Louie 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 catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion

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

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

Rodney Bump and Chick, shit, a lot a niggas flow the way I
But ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I
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 much booze'll you confused
And if you watch the news you see playas in this that lose
I'm forgettin' Lefty and Jazz, Pretty and Lance
Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Bags

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

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