Luyện nghe bài hát Geto Highlites

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

'Cause you the neighborhood, niggas love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, thieves, ganstas and thugs
To unwrap the strap what
The loudmouth one loced up in front of the 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 seven and he's a minor with

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

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

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 hoochies watchin'
Dead cats in the street playing
Niggas, catchin' dice with they
Think they got the funk, that one fool got out

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

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

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

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

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

To the negros, to stop the violence
All the who loced up during the L.A. riots
Be your own ride, right, right
are the geto highlites

The with all sixteen switches sitting ODs
Who got jacked, he to pull out his gat
Pulling sex in his back
Now his momma, ain't all
And niggas is going to the to get a fade

They their dead homey to his grave
Pour out a little
Homegirl, down the street the green eyes
And big titties is thicker

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

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

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

Crackhead smoking whole county checks
Dopedealers who nickel pieces for sex
Be your own ride, right, right
These are the geto

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

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

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

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