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

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

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

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 girls is dressing more and more
And everybody and their talking 'bout O.J. defense

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

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

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

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

Niggas, can't shit
We got dogs that rip but even trip, welcome to Southern California
Liquor stores and churches on other corner
Your little brother plays Pop

Darks raided the dope
Eight year old kid got 'cause they mistook 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 himself off unemployment checks in 8

Hey the homiez kickin' it real, yeh, I hear he's sayin' loc
Sometimes it's like that in the hood
Yeh, nothin' change of the game but the name
That's right, you that's right

To the young hustlers that's trying to stack that up
The house 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 own good ride, right, right
These are the highlites

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

carried their dead homey to his grave
Pour out a little
Homegirl, down the with the green eyes
And big is getting thicker

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

His little just now taking training wheels off her bike
While her daddy's got twenty-five to life at Fort
The little homey just tripped and
Because he 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 they are crossed out the hood

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

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

To all the motherfuckers who their shit don't stank
Rollin OD's and then appear for robbing
Be your own 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 your own good ride, 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