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 gonna put you up on
We got homies who straps, homies who sell crack
Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks thats a

'Cause you from the neighborhood, love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty thieves, ganstas and
To unwrap the [Incomprehensible] what
The loudmouth one loced up in of the icecream truck

And broke all of the [Incomprehensible] the big G's live
The little be gettin' out on account
This time he might get stuck
One seven and he's a minor with pride

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

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

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

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

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

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

raided the dope spot
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 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 he's loc
Sometimes just like that in the hood
Yeh, don't change of the game but the name
right, you know that's right

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

To the negros, to stop the violence
All the who loced up during 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 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 little
Homegirl, down the with the green eyes
And big titties is thicker

Neighborhood clubs him up
And be selling TV's and VCR's
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 just now training wheels off her bike
While her daddy's got twenty-five to at Fort Strike
The little homey tripped and stripped
Because he didn't that the joint was dipped, that's right

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

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

Young niggas going to to be a doctor
night sounds of gunshots and helicopters
Be your own ride, right, right
are the geto highlites

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

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

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