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

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

And all of the [Incomprehensible] where the big G's live
The homie be gettin' out on account
This he might get stuck attempted
One eight seven and a minor 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 'cause she always broke
And the young girls is more and more sleazy
And everybody and their momma talking O.J. defense

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

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

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

'Cause a mark with a gun
The nosy bitch up the called 911, now
One time his D jacked a and old bitch
and registration, "All I got is a drivers permit"

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

Darks 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 by a sucker way back in the eighties, oh
I heard the homies, mighties is ballin' out of
He got off unemployment checks in Section 8

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

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

To the negros, to stop the violence
All the niggers who up during the L.A. riots
Be own good ride, right, right
are the geto highlites

The with all sixteen switches sitting ODs
Who got jacked, he tried to out his gat
Pulling sex in through his
Now his momma, ain't all
And niggas is going to the 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 getting

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

His little girl's now taking training wheels off her bike
While her daddy's got twenty-five to life at Fort
The little homey tripped and stripped
Because he didn't realize that the was dipped, that's right

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

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

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

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

This is just a little for my nigga
still gonna be a nigga if he don't get no bigger
Be own good ride, right, right
are the geto 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