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 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, 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] where the big G's
The little homie be gettin' out on
This time he get stuck attempted
One eight seven and he's a minor with

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

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

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

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

'Cause he's a mark a gun
The nosy up the street 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 that rip but don't even trip, welcome to Southern
Liquor stores and churches on every corner
Your brother plays Pop Warner

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

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

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

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

The with all sixteen switches sitting ODs
Who got jacked, he tried to out his gat
sex in through his back
Now his momma, all black
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 is getting thicker

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

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

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

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

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

To all the motherfuckers who think their don't stank
Rollin OD's and then for robbing banks
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 get no bigger
Be your own good ride, 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