Luyện nghe bài hát Geto Highlites

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause a mark with a gun
The nosy bitch up the street 911, now
One time his D jacked a and old bitch
and registration, "All I got is a drivers permit"

Niggas, can't have
We got that rip but don't even trip, welcome to Southern California
stores and churches on every other 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 forgot about the homey,
He got by a sucker way back in the eighties, oh
I heard the homies, mighties is out of state
He got himself off checks in Section 8

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

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

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

The nigger all sixteen switches sitting 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 barber to get a

They carried their dead homey to his
out a little liquor
Homegirl, down the with the green eyes
And big titties is getting

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

His little girl's now taking training wheels off her bike
While her daddy's got twenty-five to life at Fort
The little homey tripped and stripped
Because he realize that the joint was dipped, that's right

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

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

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

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

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

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