Luyện nghe bài hát Geto Highlites

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

'Cause you the neighborhood, niggas love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, thieves, ganstas and thugs
To unwrap the [Incomprehensible] what
The loudmouth one loced up in front of the truck

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

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

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

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

Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies
Dead cats in the playing craps
Niggas, catchin' dice they feet
they got the funk, that one fool got stoked out

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

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

Darks raided the spot
year old kid got shot 'cause they mistook 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 the homies, mighties is ballin' out of state
He got himself off unemployment checks in 8

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

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

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

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

They carried their dead homey to his
Pour out a liquor
Homegirl, the street with the green eyes
And big titties is thicker

Neighborhood beat him up
And crackheads be TV's and VCR's
For forty bucks, so up
Yesterday the committed a bank caper
Saw the chase on the and read the story in today's paper

His little girl's just now taking training off her bike
her daddy's got twenty-five to life at Fort Strike
The little just tripped and stripped
he didn't realize that 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 crossed out the

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

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

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

This is a little something for my nigga
That's still gonna be a nigga if he get no bigger
Be your own ride, right, right
These are the highlites

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