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

'Cause you from the neighborhood, niggas
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty thieves, and thugs
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 little homie be gettin' out on
This time he might get stuck
One seven and he's a minor with pride

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

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

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

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

'Cause he's a mark a gun
The nosy bitch up the called 911, now
One time his D a nigga 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 and churches on every other corner
Your little brother Pop Warner

raided the dope spot
Eight year old kid got shot 'cause they 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 heard the homies, mighties is ballin' out of
He got himself off checks in Section 8

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

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

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

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

They carried dead homey to his grave
Pour out a little
Homegirl, down the street with the eyes
And big titties is getting

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

His little girl's just now taking wheels off her bike
While her daddy's got to life at Fort Strike
The little homey just 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 they enemies 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 highlites

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

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

This is just a little for my nigga
That's still be a nigga if he don't get no bigger
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