Luyện nghe bài hát Geto Highlites

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

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

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

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

To the hoochies in the Hondas and
Young niggas their case with public defenders
Be own good ride, right, right
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To the who smokin' indo chocolate, tired of stress
Niggas, who got out for their arrest
Be your own ride, right, right
These are the geto

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

he's 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, have shit
We got dogs that rip but don't even trip, welcome to California
Liquor stores and churches on other corner
Your little brother plays Pop

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His little girl's just now taking wheels off her bike
While her got twenty-five to life at Fort Strike
The little homey just 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 retaliating 'cause they enemies are out the hood

Crackhead momma's smoking county checks
Dopedealers who nickel pieces for sex
Be your own ride, right, right
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Young going to school to be a doctor
Late night of gunshots and helicopters
Be your own good ride, right,
These are the geto

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

is just 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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