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

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

Remember, he used to push the BM, uh, huh
here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
They with Easy 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 used to idolize cat, heart me in my
To hear that nigga on Pat
How he go out like

Rumors in the was [unverified] was snitchin'
I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my GSX-R
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to drive his truck through the hood jet skis

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

forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again just to on top
I recall filled with sin
Over and 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 a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe
And Prince and Righteous from Hillside with the on his nose

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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