Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Qua Ran

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

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

Yo, when you talk of the south side, you hear talk of the team
See niggas feared and respected Preme
For all you slow I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was a 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
roll with Easy Rider and they ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects workin' for on five-hundred

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

Rumors in the was [unverified] was snitchin'
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 his truck through the hood draggin' jet skis

From Gerald Wallace to 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, told us connect
niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fuckin' Dominicans turned and gave 'em more bricks

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

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

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

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

I know some cats hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall
Together stand and divided they fall
'Round here, shook niggas they keep it in
Come around 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 dead
Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to watch the

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

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

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

Rodney and Chick, shit, a lot a niggas flow 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, be dead or in jail

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

And a over shrimp and lobster
And Benny Hiners Chico stopped boxin'
And started robbin' diners, out to Clanvis and Clutch
Bob Dre, Black Will, if the flow kill you the Mac will

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