Luyện nghe bài hát Geto Highlites

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Get on up, get on up, get on up, get on up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Darks raided the dope
year old kid got shot 'cause they mistook his B B gun for a glok
And I ain't forgot about the homey,
He got killed by a way back in the eighties, oh
I the homies, mighties is ballin' out of state
He got off unemployment checks 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
right, you know that's right

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

To the negros, real to the violence
All the niggers who loced up during the L.A.
Be your own good ride, right,
are the geto highlites

The nigger with all 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

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

Neighborhood beat him up
And be selling TV's and VCR's
For bucks, so what's up
Yesterday the homey committed a caper
Saw the chase on the news and read the in today's paper

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

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

Crackhead momma's smoking whole county
Dopedealers who serve pieces for sex
Be own good ride, right, right
These are the highlites

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

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

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

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