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 Coolio loco put you up on game
We got homies who sell straps, homies who sell
Homies who sell the bomb chronic thats a fact

'Cause you from the neighborhood, love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty thieves, and thugs
To unwrap the strap [Incomprehensible]
The loudmouth one loced up in 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 he's a with pride

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

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

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

Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies
Dead cats in the street craps
Niggas, catchin' dice with feet
Think got the funk, that one fool got stoked 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
Liscence and registration, "All I got is a permit"

Niggas, have shit
We got dogs rip but don't even trip, welcome to Southern California
Liquor stores and churches on every corner
little brother plays Pop Warner

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

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

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

To the negros, real to 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 tried to out his gat
Pulling sex in his back
Now his momma, ain't all
And niggas is going to the barber to get a

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is just a little for my nigga
That's still gonna be a nigga if he don't get no
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