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 sell straps, homies who crack
Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks thats a

'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 front of the icecream

And broke all of the [Incomprehensible] the big G's live
The little homie be gettin' out on
This time he might get 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 baby's mom is smoking 'cause she broke
And the young is dressing more and more sleazy
And everybody and their momma 'bout O.J. defense

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

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

Slap boxin' with all the young watchin'
cats in the street playing craps
Niggas, dice with they feet
they got the funk, that one fool got stoked out

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

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

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

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

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

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

The nigger with all sixteen switches ODs
Who got jacked, he tried to out his gat
sex in through his back
Now his momma, ain't all
And niggas is going to the barber to get a

They carried their homey to his grave
out a little liquor
Homegirl, down the street the green eyes
And big titties is thicker

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

His girl's just now taking training wheels off her bike
While her daddy's got twenty-five to life at Strike
The little just tripped and stripped
Because he realize that the joint was dipped, that's right

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

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 highlites

To all the motherfuckers who think their shit stank
Rollin OD's and then for robbing banks
Be your own ride, right, right
are the geto highlites

This is a little something for my nigga
still gonna be a nigga if he don't get no bigger
Be your own 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