Luyện nghe bài hát Geto Highlites

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

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

you from the neighborhood, niggas love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty thieves, and thugs
To unwrap the [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
time he might get stuck attempted
One eight and he's a minor with pride

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

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

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

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

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

Niggas, have shit
We got dogs that rip but don't trip, welcome to Southern California
Liquor and churches on every other corner
Your brother plays Pop Warner

Darks raided the dope
Eight 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 heard the homies, mighties is ballin' out of
He got off unemployment checks in Section 8

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

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

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

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

They carried dead homey to his grave
out a little liquor
Homegirl, the street with the green eyes
And big titties is thicker

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

His little girl's just now training wheels off her bike
While her daddy's got twenty-five to life at Fort
The little homey just and stripped
Because he didn't realize that the joint was dipped, 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 smoking whole county
Dopedealers who serve pieces for sex
Be your own ride, right, right
are the geto highlites

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

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 a little something for my nigga
That's gonna be a nigga if he don't get no bigger
Be your own good ride, right,
These are the geto

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