Luyện nghe bài hát Geto Highlites

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

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

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

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

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

Slap boxin' with all the hoochies watchin'
Dead cats in the playing craps
Niggas, catchin' dice with they
Think they got the funk, that one fool got out

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

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

Hey the homiez 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 but the name
That's right, you know that's

To the hustlers that's trying to stack that knot up
The house parties that's gonna 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 during the L.A.
Be own good ride, right, right
are the geto highlites

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

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

Neighborhood beat him up
And crackheads be selling TV's and
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 little girl's 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 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 serve pieces for sex
Be own good ride, right, right
These are the geto

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

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

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