Luyện nghe bài hát Geto Highlites

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Darks raided the dope
Eight year old kid got shot 'cause they his B B gun for a glok
And I ain't forgot the homey, Lano
He got killed by a sucker way in the eighties, oh
I heard the homies, mighties is ballin' out of
He got himself off unemployment in Section 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' change of the game but the
That's right, you know that's

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

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

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

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

His little just 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 realize that the joint was dipped, right

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

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

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

To all the motherfuckers who think their shit stank
Rollin OD's and then appear for robbing
Be your own good ride, right,
These are the highlites

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

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