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 all the same
So Coolio gonna put you up on game
We got who sell straps, homies 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 truck

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause he's a mark a gun
The bitch up the street 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 don't even trip, welcome to California
stores and churches on every other corner
Your little plays Pop Warner

Darks raided the dope
Eight year old kid got shot they mistook his B B gun for a glok
And I ain't forgot 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 in Section 8

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

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

To the negros, real to stop the
All the who loced up during the L.A. riots
Be your own 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 through his
Now his momma, all black
And niggas is going to the barber to get a

They carried their dead homey to his
out a little liquor
Homegirl, the street with the green eyes
And big titties is thicker

Neighborhood clubs 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 girl's just now taking training off her bike
While her daddy's got twenty-five to life at Fort
The little homey just 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 retaliating 'cause they enemies are crossed out the

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

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

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

This is just a little something for my
That's still gonna be a nigga if he don't get no
Be your own good ride, right,
are the geto 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