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

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

And broke all of the [Incomprehensible] the big G's live
The homie be gettin' out on account
time he might get stuck attempted
One eight seven and he's a 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 Hondas and
Young niggas fightin' case with public defenders
Be your own good ride, right,
are the geto highlites

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

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

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

Niggas, can't shit
We got dogs that rip but even trip, welcome to Southern California
Liquor stores and churches on every other
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 about the homey, Lano
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 checks in 8

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

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

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

The nigger with all sixteen 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

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

Neighborhood clubs him up
And crackheads be selling TV's and
For forty bucks, so up
Yesterday the homey a bank caper
Saw the chase on the news and read the in today's paper

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

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

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

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

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

is just a little something 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

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