Luyện nghe bài hát Geto Highlites

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

'Cause you from the neighborhood, niggas
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, thieves, ganstas and thugs
To unwrap the strap [Incomprehensible]
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 out on account
This time he might get stuck
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 smoking 'cause she always
And the young girls is dressing and more sleazy
And everybody and their momma talking 'bout O.J.

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

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

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

'Cause he's a with a gun
The bitch up the street called 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 that rip but don't even trip, welcome to Southern California
Liquor and churches on every other corner
Your brother plays Pop Warner

Darks raided the dope
Eight year old kid got shot 'cause they mistook his B B gun for a
And I ain't forgot about the homey,
He got by a sucker 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 it's just like that in the
Yeh, don't change of the game but the name
That's right, you that's right

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

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 highlites

The nigger with all sixteen switches ODs
Who got jacked, he to pull 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 the green eyes
And big titties is thicker

Neighborhood clubs 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 story in today's

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

O.G's joining the nation and it's all
Big G's is 'cause they enemies are crossed 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 going to school to be a doctor
Late night sounds of and helicopters
Be your own ride, right, right
These are the geto

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

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

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