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, homies who 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 the strap [Incomprehensible] what
The loudmouth one loced up in front of the truck

And broke all of the [Incomprehensible] where the big G's
The little be gettin' out on account
time he might get stuck attempted
One eight seven and he's a minor 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 'cause she broke
And the young girls is more and more sleazy
And everybody and their momma talking 'bout O.J.

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

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

Slap boxin' with all the young watchin'
Dead cats in the street playing
Niggas, dice with they feet
Think got the funk, that one fool 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, can't shit
We got dogs rip but don't even trip, welcome to Southern California
Liquor stores and on every other corner
Your little plays Pop Warner

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

Hey the homiez kickin' it real, yeh, I hear what 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 that's

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

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

The with all sixteen 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 to get a fade

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

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

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

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

momma's smoking whole county checks
Dopedealers who serve nickel for sex
Be own good ride, right, right
These are the highlites

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

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

is just a little something for my nigga
That's still gonna be a nigga if he 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