Luyện nghe bài hát Geto Highlites

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slap boxin' with all the young watchin'
Dead in the street playing craps
Niggas, catchin' dice 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 nigga and old
Liscence and registration, "All I got is a permit"

Niggas, have shit
We got dogs that rip but don't even trip, welcome to California
Liquor stores and churches on every corner
Your little plays Pop Warner

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, mighties is ballin' out of
He got himself off unemployment checks in 8

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

To the hustlers that's trying to stack that knot 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 who loced up during the L.A. riots
Be your own good ride, right,
are the geto highlites

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

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

Neighborhood clubs 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 the story in today's paper

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

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

Crackhead momma's smoking whole county
who serve nickel pieces for sex
Be own good ride, right, right
are the geto highlites

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

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

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