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 sell
Homies who sell the bomb chronic thats a fact

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

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

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 always
And the young girls is dressing more and more
And everybody and momma talking 'bout O.J. defense

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

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

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

'Cause a mark with a gun
The nosy bitch up the street 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, welcome to Southern
Liquor stores and churches on every other
Your little plays Pop Warner

raided the dope spot
Eight year old kid got shot 'cause they mistook his B B gun for a
And I ain't forgot the homey, Lano
He got by a sucker way back in the eighties, oh
I heard the homies, mighties is ballin' out of
He got off unemployment checks in Section 8

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

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

To the negros, to stop the violence
All the niggers who loced up during the L.A.
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 through his
Now his momma, all black
And is going to the barber to get a fade

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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