Luyện nghe bài hát Geto Highlites

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

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

And broke all of the [Incomprehensible] where the big G's
The homie be gettin' out on account
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 just had a son, no joking
I think his baby's mom is smoking 'cause she always
And the young girls is more and more sleazy
And everybody and their momma talking O.J. defense

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

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

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

he's a mark with a gun
The nosy bitch up the 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, to Southern California
Liquor stores and churches on every corner
Your little brother plays Pop

Darks raided the dope
Eight old kid got shot 'cause they mistook his B B gun for a glok
And I ain't about 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 it real, yeh, I hear what he's sayin' loc
it's just like that in the hood
Yeh, don't nothin' change of the but the name
That's right, you that's right

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

To the negros, to stop the violence
All the niggers who up during the L.A. riots
Be own good ride, right, right
These are the geto

The nigger with all sixteen switches ODs
Who got jacked, he to pull out his gat
sex in through his back
Now his momma, all black
And niggas is to the barber to get a fade

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

clubs beat him up
And be selling TV's and VCR's
For forty bucks, so 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
While her daddy's got twenty-five to at Fort Strike
The little homey just tripped and
Because he didn't realize that the joint was dipped, that's

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 smoking whole county
who serve nickel pieces for sex
Be your own ride, right, right
are the geto highlites

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

To all the who think their shit don't stank
Rollin OD's and then appear for banks
Be own good ride, right, 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 good ride, right,
These are the highlites

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