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 they all the
So loco gonna put you up on game
We got homies who sell straps, homies who sell
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] where the big G's
The homie be gettin' out on account
This he might get stuck attempted
One eight and he's a minor 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 smoking she always broke
And the young girls is dressing more and more
And and their momma talking 'bout O.J. defense

To the hoochies in the and Sentras
Young niggas fightin' their case with public
Be your own ride, right, right
are the geto highlites

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

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

'Cause he's a with a gun
The nosy bitch up the street 911, now
One time his D 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 even trip, welcome to Southern
Liquor stores and churches on other corner
Your little brother plays Pop

Darks raided the dope
Eight year old kid got shot 'cause they his B B gun for a glok
And I ain't about the homey, Lano
He got killed by a sucker way in the eighties, oh
I heard the homies, mighties is ballin' out of
He got himself off checks in Section 8

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

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

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

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

They their dead homey to his grave
out a little liquor
Homegirl, down the street with the eyes
And big titties is getting

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

His little just now taking training wheels off her bike
While her daddy's got twenty-five to at Fort Strike
The little homey just 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 retaliating 'cause they enemies are out the hood

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

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

To all the motherfuckers who think their shit stank
Rollin and then appear for robbing banks
Be your own ride, right, right
These are the geto

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

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