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

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

And broke all of the where the big G's live
The little homie be out on account
This time he get stuck attempted
One eight seven and he's a minor with

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

To the in the Hondas and Sentras
Young niggas fightin' their case with public
Be own good ride, right, right
These are the highlites

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

Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies
cats in the street playing craps
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 called 911, now
One his D jacked a nigga and old bitch
Liscence and registration, "All I got is a permit"

Niggas, can't have
We got dogs that rip but don't even trip, welcome to California
Liquor stores and on every other corner
Your little plays Pop Warner

raided the dope spot
Eight year old kid got 'cause they mistook his B B gun for a glok
And I ain't forgot about the homey,
He got killed by a way back in the eighties, oh
I heard the homies, mighties is ballin' out of
He got himself off unemployment in Section 8

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

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

To the negros, to stop the violence
All the who loced up during the L.A. riots
Be your own ride, right, right
These are the geto

The nigger all sixteen switches sitting 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 barber to get a

They carried their dead to his grave
Pour out a liquor
Homegirl, down the street the green eyes
And big is getting thicker

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

His little girl's just now training wheels off her bike
While her got twenty-five to life at Fort Strike
The little homey just and stripped
Because he didn't realize that the 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 momma's smoking county checks
Dopedealers who serve nickel for sex
Be your own ride, right, right
are the geto highlites

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

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