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
and over again just to stay on top
I recall memories 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 break it down
See Preme was a man and Prince 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 Easy Rider and they ain't get
Had the whole projects for fifty on five-hundred

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

Rumors in the hood was [unverified] was
I believe 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, don't be
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
Them who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Dominicans turned around and gave 'em more bricks

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

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

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 then run through wips like Cigar
Gamble all the time like head Prince and Tata

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what was about yo
The twins was some queens but got crazy cream with
my time 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 don't know who I
Writin' is the best 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 leave you confused
And if you watch the news you see playas in this game 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 Chico stopped boxin'
And started robbin' diners, out to Clanvis and Clutch
Bob Dre, Black Will, if the flow don't you the Mac will

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