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

'Cause you from the neighborhood, niggas
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, thieves, ganstas and thugs
To unwrap the strap what
The loudmouth one up in front of the icecream truck

And all of the [Incomprehensible] where the big G's live
The little homie be 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 homey just had a son, no
I think his baby's mom is 'cause she always broke
And the young is dressing more and more sleazy
And everybody and their momma talking 'bout O.J.

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

To the niggas who smokin' indo chocolate, of stress
Niggas, who got out for their arrest
Be your own ride, right, right
are the geto highlites

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

'Cause a mark with a gun
The bitch up the street called 911, now
One time his D jacked a 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
stores and churches on every other corner
Your little brother plays Pop

Darks raided the dope
Eight year old kid got shot 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 himself off unemployment in Section 8

Hey the homiez kickin' it real, yeh, I hear he's sayin' loc
it's just like that in the hood
Yeh, don't nothin' of the game but the name
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 niggers who up during the L.A. riots
Be your own ride, right, right
These are the highlites

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Get on up, get on up, get on up, get on up
Get on up, get on up, get on up, get on up