Luyện nghe bài hát Geto Highlites

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Every geto got a different name, but they all the
So Coolio gonna put you up on game
We got who sell straps, homies who sell crack
Homies who the bomb chronic sacks thats a fact

you from the neighborhood, niggas love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, thieves, ganstas and thugs
To the strap [Incomprehensible] what
The one loced up in front of the icecream truck

And all of the [Incomprehensible] where the big G's live
The little homie be gettin' out on
This time he might get stuck
One eight and he's a minor with pride

So the D A want him as an adult
The big homey just had a son, no
I his baby's mom is smoking 'cause she always broke
And the young girls is dressing more and sleazy
And everybody and their momma talking O.J. defense

To the hoochies in the Hondas and
Young niggas fightin' their with public defenders
Be own good ride, right, right
These are the geto

To the niggas who smokin' indo chocolate, tired of
Niggas, who got warrants out for their
Be your own ride, right, right
are the geto highlites

Slap boxin' with all the young watchin'
Dead cats in the street craps
Niggas, catchin' dice with they
Think they got the funk, that one got stoked out

'Cause a mark with a gun
The nosy up the street called 911, now
One time his D jacked a and old bitch
Liscence and registration, "All I got is a permit"

Niggas, can't shit
We got dogs rip but don't even trip, welcome to Southern California
Liquor stores and on every other corner
Your little brother plays Pop

Darks the dope spot
Eight year old kid got shot 'cause they his B B gun for a glok
And I ain't about the homey, Lano
He got by a sucker way back in the eighties, oh
I heard the homies, mighties is ballin' out of
He got himself off checks in Section 8

Hey the homiez it real, yeh, I hear what he's sayin' loc
Sometimes it's like that in the hood
Yeh, don't nothin' change of the game but the
That's right, you know right

To the young hustlers that's trying to that knot up
The house that's gonna always get shot up
Be own good ride, right, right
These are the highlites

To the negros, to stop the violence
All the niggers who loced up during the L.A.
Be own good ride, right, right
These are the highlites

The nigger with all sixteen switches ODs
Who got jacked, he tried to out his gat
Pulling sex in through his
Now his momma, ain't all
And niggas is going to the barber to get a

They carried their dead homey to his
out a little liquor
Homegirl, down the street with the green
And big is getting thicker

Neighborhood beat him up
And be selling TV's and VCR's
For bucks, so what's up
Yesterday the homey committed a bank
Saw the chase on the news and the story in today's paper

His little girl's just now taking training wheels off her
her daddy's got twenty-five to life at Fort Strike
The little homey just and stripped
Because he didn't realize that the was dipped, that's right

O.G's joining the nation and all good
Big G's is retaliating they enemies are crossed out the hood

Crackhead momma's smoking whole checks
who serve nickel pieces for sex
Be own good ride, right, right
These are the geto

Young niggas going to to be a doctor
Late sounds of gunshots and helicopters
Be your own good ride, right,
are the geto highlites

To all the who think their shit don't stank
Rollin OD's and then appear for banks
Be own good ride, right, right
are the geto highlites

This is just a little for my nigga
That's still gonna be a nigga if he don't get no
Be your own ride, right, right
These are the highlites

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