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 name, but they all the same
So Coolio gonna put you up on game
We got homies who sell straps, who sell crack
Homies who the bomb chronic sacks thats a fact

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

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

So the D A want him as an adult
The big homey had a son, no joking
I his baby's mom is smoking 'cause she always 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 niggas their case with public defenders
Be own good ride, right, right
are the geto highlites

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

Slap boxin' with all the young watchin'
Dead cats in the playing craps
Niggas, catchin' dice with feet
they got the funk, that 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 churches on other corner
Your little brother plays Pop

Darks the dope spot
Eight old kid got shot 'cause they mistook his B B gun for a glok
And I ain't about the homey, Lano
He got killed by a sucker way in the eighties, oh
I the homies, mighties is ballin' out of state
He got off unemployment checks 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' change of the game but the
That's right, you know that's

To the young that's trying to stack that knot up
The house parties that's gonna 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 sixteen sitting ODs
Who got jacked, he to pull out his gat
Pulling sex in through his
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 little
Homegirl, down the street the green eyes
And big is getting thicker

Neighborhood beat him up
And crackheads be selling TV's and
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 girl's just now training wheels off her bike
While her daddy's got to life at Fort Strike
The little homey tripped and stripped
he didn't realize that the joint was dipped, that's right

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

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

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

To all the who think their shit don't stank
Rollin OD's and 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 if he don't get no bigger
Be own good 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