Luyện nghe bài hát Geto Highlites

What you gonna now
Get on up, get on up, get on up, get on up

Every 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 sell
who sell the bomb chronic sacks thats a fact

'Cause you from the neighborhood, love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty thieves, and thugs
To unwrap the [Incomprehensible] what
The loudmouth one loced up in of the icecream truck

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

So the D A want him tried as an
The big homey had a son, no joking
I his baby's mom is smoking 'cause she always broke
And the young girls is more and more sleazy
And everybody and momma talking 'bout O.J. defense

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

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

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

'Cause he's a with a gun
The nosy bitch up the street 911, now
One his D jacked 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 trip, welcome to Southern California
Liquor stores and on every other corner
Your little plays Pop Warner

Darks raided the spot
Eight year old kid got 'cause they mistook his B B gun for a glok
And I forgot about the homey, Lano
He got killed by a sucker way in the eighties, oh
I heard the homies, is ballin' out of state
He got off unemployment checks in Section 8

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

To the hustlers that's 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 stop the
All the niggers who loced up during the L.A.
Be own good ride, right, right
These are the highlites

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

They carried their homey to his grave
Pour out a liquor
Homegirl, down the street with the 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 and read the story in today's paper

His little girl's just now taking wheels off her bike
While her daddy's got twenty-five to life at Strike
The little homey tripped 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 are crossed out the hood

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

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

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

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