Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Qua Ran

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

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

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

Remember, he to push 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 projects for fifty on five-hundred

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

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 drive his truck the hood draggin' jet skis

From Wallace to Baby 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 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fuckin' turned around and gave 'em more bricks

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

That first verse is a dose of the shit that I'm on
this the first chapter in the ghetto's Qu Ran
I know a lot of niggas that get dough 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 time like country-curly head Prince and

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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