Luyện nghe bài hát Geto Highlites

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

you from the neighborhood, niggas love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, thieves, ganstas and thugs
To the strap [Incomprehensible] what
The one loced up in front of the icecream truck

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Darks raided the dope
Eight year old kid got shot 'cause they his B B gun for a glok
And I forgot about the homey, Lano
He got killed by a way back in the eighties, oh
I the homies, mighties 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' change of the but the name
That's right, you know that's

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

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

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

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

Neighborhood clubs him up
And crackheads be TV's and VCR's
For bucks, so what's up
the homey committed a bank caper
Saw the chase on the news and read the story in paper

His little girl's just now taking training off her bike
While her daddy's got twenty-five to life at Fort
The little just tripped and stripped
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 they enemies are crossed out the hood

Crackhead momma's whole county checks
Dopedealers who serve nickel for sex
Be your own ride, right, right
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Young going to school to be a doctor
Late night sounds of gunshots and
Be your own good ride, right,
These are the geto

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

This is just a little for my nigga
That's still gonna be a nigga if he get no bigger
Be own good ride, right, right
These are the geto

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