Luyện nghe bài hát Geto Highlites

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Get on up, get on up, get on up, get on up

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

'Cause you from the neighborhood, love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty thieves, and thugs
To the strap [Incomprehensible] what
The loudmouth one up in front of the icecream truck

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

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

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

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

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

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

Darks the dope spot
Eight year old kid got shot 'cause they mistook his B B gun for a
And I forgot 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 in Section 8

Hey the kickin' it real, yeh, I hear what he's sayin' loc
Sometimes it's like that in the hood
Yeh, nothin' 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 house parties that's always get shot up
Be your own good ride, right,
are the geto highlites

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

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

carried their dead homey to his grave
Pour out a liquor
Homegirl, down the street with the eyes
And big is getting thicker

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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