Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Qua Ran

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

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

Yo, when you hear talk of the south side, you talk of the team
See feared Prince and respected 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 get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
They roll with Easy Rider and they 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, me in my heart
To that nigga snitched on Pat
How he go out like

Rumors in the hood was 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 Gerald to Baby Wise, don't be surprised
Of how freely I of names 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 around and gave 'em more

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

That first verse is just a of the shit that I'm on
Consider the first chapter 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 struggles 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 through wips like
Gamble all the like country-curly head Prince and Tata

Popo under pressure too, they know what they
Go crews like 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 some cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall
niggas stand and divided they fall
'Round here, shook niggas they it in motion
Come around here with 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, Benice to watch the money

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

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

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

Rodney Bump and Chick, shit, a lot a niggas the way I flow
But ain't been in the game all their life so don't who I know
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 in this game that lose
I'm forgettin' Lefty and Jazz, Tony and Lance
Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags

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

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