Luyện nghe bài hát Geto Highlites

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

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

And broke all of the where the big G's live
The little be gettin' out on account
This he might get stuck attempted
One eight seven and he's a minor pride

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

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

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

Slap boxin' all the young hoochies watchin'
Dead cats in the street craps
Niggas, dice with they feet
Think they got the funk, that one 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, have shit
We got dogs that rip but don't even trip, to Southern California
Liquor stores and churches on every other
Your little brother Pop Warner

raided the dope spot
Eight old kid got shot 'cause they mistook his B B gun for a glok
And I ain't forgot about the homey,
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 homiez kickin' it real, yeh, I what he's sayin' loc
Sometimes it's just like that in the
Yeh, nothin' change of the game but the name
That's right, you know that's

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

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

The nigger with all sixteen 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
out a little liquor
Homegirl, down the street the green eyes
And big titties is getting

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

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

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

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

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

To all the motherfuckers who think their shit don't
Rollin 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 gonna be a nigga if he get no bigger
Be your own ride, right, right
These are the highlites

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