Luyện nghe bài hát Geto Highlites

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Every geto got a different name, but all the same
So loco 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, forty thieves, and thugs
To unwrap the [Incomprehensible] what
The one loced up in front 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 might get attempted
One eight seven and a minor with pride

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

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

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 geto

Slap boxin' with all the young 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 bitch 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 have
We got dogs that rip but don't trip, welcome to Southern California
Liquor stores and churches on other corner
Your brother plays Pop Warner

Darks raided the spot
Eight year old kid got shot 'cause they his B B gun for a glok
And I ain't about the homey, Lano
He got killed by a 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 hear what he's loc
Sometimes just like that in the hood
Yeh, don't nothin' of the game but the name
That's right, you that's right

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

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

The nigger with all sixteen switches ODs
Who got jacked, he tried to out his gat
sex in through his back
Now his momma, ain't all
And niggas is going to the to get a fade

They carried their dead to his grave
out a little liquor
Homegirl, down the street the green eyes
And big is getting thicker

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

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

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

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

Young going to school to be a doctor
Late night sounds of gunshots and
Be your own ride, right, right
are the geto highlites

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

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

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