Luyện nghe bài hát Geto Highlites

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

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

And broke all of the [Incomprehensible] where the big G's
The little be gettin' out on account
This time he might get attempted
One seven and he's a minor with pride

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

To the hoochies in the and Sentras
Young niggas fightin' case with public defenders
Be your own good ride, right,
are the geto highlites

To the niggas who smokin' indo chocolate, of stress
Niggas, who got out for their arrest
Be your own ride, right, right
These are the geto

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

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

Niggas, can't have
We got dogs that rip but don't even trip, welcome to Southern
Liquor stores and churches on every other
Your little plays Pop Warner

Darks the dope spot
Eight old kid got shot 'cause they mistook his B B gun for a glok
And I forgot about the homey, Lano
He got killed by a sucker way in the eighties, oh
I heard the homies, mighties is out of state
He got himself off checks in Section 8

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

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

To the negros, real to stop the
All the niggers who loced up the L.A. riots
Be your own ride, right, right
These are the geto

The with all sixteen switches sitting ODs
Who got jacked, he tried to out his gat
sex in through his back
Now his momma, all black
And niggas is to the barber to get a fade

They carried dead homey to his grave
out a little liquor
Homegirl, down the with the green eyes
And big titties is thicker

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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