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, who sell crack
Homies who sell the bomb chronic thats a fact

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause a mark with a gun
The nosy bitch up the called 911, now
One his D jacked a nigga 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 Southern
Liquor stores and churches on other corner
little brother plays Pop Warner

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

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

To the young hustlers that's to stack that knot up
The house parties that's always get shot up
Be your own ride, right, right
These are the geto

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
Pulling sex in through his
Now his momma, ain't all
And niggas is going to the to get a fade

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

Neighborhood beat him up
And crackheads be selling and VCR's
For forty bucks, so up
the homey committed a bank caper
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 Strike
The little just tripped and stripped
Because he didn't realize that the was dipped, that's right

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

Crackhead smoking whole county checks
Dopedealers who serve nickel for sex
Be your own good ride, right,
are the geto highlites

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

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

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