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

'Cause you 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 broke all of the [Incomprehensible] 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 just had a son, no
I think his baby's mom is smoking she always broke
And the young girls is dressing more and sleazy
And everybody and their momma talking O.J. defense

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

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

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

'Cause he's a mark a gun
The nosy bitch up the 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 even trip, welcome to Southern California
Liquor stores and on every other corner
Your little brother plays Pop

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

Hey the homiez kickin' it real, yeh, I hear he's sayin' loc
Sometimes it's just like that in the
Yeh, nothin' change of the game but the name
right, you know that's right

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

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

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

They carried their dead to his grave
Pour out a little
Homegirl, down the with the green eyes
And big titties is thicker

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 chase on the news and read the story in today's

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

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

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

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

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