Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Qua Ran

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

forgive me for I've sinned
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 south side, you talk of the team
See niggas feared and respected Preme
For all you slow I'm a break it down iller
See was a business man and Prince was the killer

Remember, he used to push the 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 projects workin' for on five-hundred

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

Rumors in the hood was 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 drive his truck through the hood jet skis

From Gerald Wallace to Wise, don't be surprised
Of how freely I thought of 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
Dominicans turned around and gave 'em more bricks

Lord forgive me, for sinned
Over and over again just to on top
I recall 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 and Righteous from Hillside with 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 like Chaz then run through wips like
Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and

Popo pressure too, they know 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 cats that hail at old complexes like Wall
Together niggas stand and divided they
'Round here, shook niggas they keep it in
Come around here with rollie you can get robbed like Ocean

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

Had money out the ass, he like the Asian
Fed's catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion

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

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

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

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

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

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