Luyện nghe bài hát Geto Highlites

What you gonna now
Get on up, get on up, get on up, get on up

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

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

And broke all of the [Incomprehensible] where the big G's
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 mom is smoking 'cause she always broke
And the young is dressing more and more sleazy
And everybody and their talking 'bout O.J. defense

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

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

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

he's a mark with a gun
The nosy 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
Liquor and churches on every other corner
Your little brother Pop Warner

Darks raided the dope
Eight year old kid got shot 'cause 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 ballin' out of
He got himself off unemployment in Section 8

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

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

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

The nigger with all switches sitting ODs
Who got jacked, he tried to out his gat
sex in through 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 getting

clubs beat him up
And crackheads be TV's and VCR's
For bucks, so what's up
Yesterday the homey a bank caper
Saw the chase on the news and read the story in 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 just tripped and
he didn't realize that the joint was dipped, that's right

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

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

niggas 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 who think their shit don't stank
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
still gonna be a nigga if he don't get no bigger
Be own good ride, right, right
These are the highlites

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