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 crack
who sell the bomb chronic sacks thats a fact

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

And broke all of the [Incomprehensible] the big G's live
The homie be gettin' out on account
time he might get stuck attempted
One eight seven and he's a minor with

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

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

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

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

'Cause a mark 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, have shit
We got dogs rip but don't even trip, welcome to Southern California
Liquor stores and churches on every corner
Your little brother plays Pop

Darks raided the spot
Eight old kid got shot 'cause they mistook his B B gun for a glok
And I forgot about the homey, Lano
He got killed by a way back in the eighties, oh
I heard the homies, is ballin' out of state
He got off unemployment checks in Section 8

Hey the kickin' it real, yeh, I hear what he's sayin' loc
Sometimes it's just like in the hood
Yeh, nothin' 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 house parties that's gonna get shot up
Be your own good ride, right,
These are the 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 nigger with all sixteen switches ODs
Who got jacked, he to pull out his gat
Pulling sex in his back
Now his momma, all black
And niggas is going to the to get a fade

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is just a something for my nigga
still gonna be a nigga if he don't get no bigger
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