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

you from the neighborhood, niggas love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty thieves, ganstas and
To the strap [Incomprehensible] what
The loudmouth one loced up in front of the icecream

And broke all of the [Incomprehensible] where the big G's
The homie be gettin' out on account
This time he might get 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 'cause she broke
And the young girls is dressing and more sleazy
And everybody and momma talking 'bout O.J. defense

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

Slap boxin' with all the hoochies watchin'
Dead cats in the street playing
Niggas, dice with they feet
they 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 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 every corner
Your brother 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 the homey, Lano
He got killed by a way back in the eighties, oh
I heard the homies, mighties is ballin' out of
He got himself off checks in Section 8

Hey the kickin' it real, yeh, I hear what he's sayin' loc
it's just like that in the hood
Yeh, don't nothin' change of the game but the
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 own good ride, right, right
are the geto highlites

To the negros, real to stop the
All the who loced up during the L.A. riots
Be your own good ride, 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 dead homey to his grave
Pour out a liquor
Homegirl, down the street with the eyes
And big titties is getting

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

His little girl's just now 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 realize that the joint was dipped, that's

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

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

Young going 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 shit don't stank
Rollin OD's and then for robbing banks
Be your own good ride, right,
These are the highlites

This is just a something for my nigga
That's still be a nigga if he don't get no bigger
Be your own good ride, 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