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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

raided the dope spot
Eight old kid got shot 'cause they mistook 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 out of state
He got off unemployment checks in Section 8

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

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
These are the highlites

To the negros, to stop the violence
All the niggers who up during 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 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 homey to his grave
Pour out a liquor
Homegirl, down the with the green eyes
And big titties is thicker

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

His little girl's just now taking wheels off her bike
her daddy's got twenty-five to life at Fort Strike
The little homey just 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

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

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

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

This is just a little for my nigga
That's gonna be a nigga if he don't get no bigger
Be your own ride, right, 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