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 homies who sell straps, who sell crack
Homies who the bomb chronic sacks thats a fact

'Cause you the neighborhood, niggas love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty thieves, and thugs
To unwrap the strap [Incomprehensible]
The loudmouth one loced up in front of the icecream

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause he's a mark a gun
The nosy bitch up the street 911, now
One time his D jacked a 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 other corner
Your little plays Pop Warner

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

Hey the kickin' it real, yeh, I hear what he's sayin' loc
Sometimes it's just 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 parties that's gonna always get shot up
Be your own good ride, right,
are the geto highlites

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

The with all sixteen switches sitting ODs
Who got jacked, he tried to out his gat
Pulling sex in through his
Now his momma, all black
And niggas is going to the to get a fade

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

Neighborhood clubs him up
And crackheads be TV's and VCR's
For bucks, so what's up
Yesterday the homey committed a bank
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 just tripped and stripped
he didn't realize that the joint was dipped, that's right

O.G's the nation 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 nickel for sex
Be your own good ride, right,
These are the geto

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

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

This is a little something for my nigga
That's still gonna be a if he don't get no bigger
Be your own 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