Luyện nghe bài hát Geto Highlites

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Every 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 sell
Homies who sell the bomb chronic thats a fact

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

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

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 more and more sleazy
And everybody and their talking 'bout O.J. defense

To the hoochies in the and Sentras
niggas fightin' their case with public defenders
Be own good ride, right, right
These are the highlites

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

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

'Cause he's a mark a gun
The nosy bitch up the called 911, now
One time his D a nigga and old bitch
and registration, "All I got is a drivers permit"

Niggas, can't have
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 the dope 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 unemployment checks in 8

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

To the hustlers that's trying to stack that knot up
The house that's gonna always get shot up
Be your own ride, right, right
are the geto highlites

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

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

They carried their homey to his grave
Pour out a liquor
Homegirl, the street with the green eyes
And big titties is getting

Neighborhood clubs him up
And crackheads be selling and VCR's
For forty bucks, so 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 training wheels off her
While her got twenty-five to life at Fort Strike
The little homey just tripped and
Because he didn't that the joint 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 smoking whole county checks
Dopedealers who nickel pieces for sex
Be own good ride, right, right
are the geto highlites

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

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

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

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