Luyện nghe bài hát Geto Highlites

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

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

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

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

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

To the who smokin' indo chocolate, tired 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 playing craps
Niggas, catchin' dice with they
Think they got the funk, one fool got stoked out

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

Darks raided the spot
Eight year old kid got shot 'cause they his B B gun for a glok
And I forgot about the homey, Lano
He got by a sucker way back in the eighties, oh
I heard the homies, mighties is out of state
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 that in the
Yeh, don't nothin' change of the game but the
That's right, you that's right

To the young hustlers that's trying to stack that up
The parties that's gonna 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 the L.A. riots
Be your own good ride, right,
These are the highlites

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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