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

you from the neighborhood, niggas love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, thieves, ganstas and thugs
To unwrap the strap what
The loudmouth one loced up in front of the truck

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Darks the dope spot
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 ballin' out of
He got off unemployment checks in Section 8

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

To the young hustlers that's trying to that knot up
The house 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 who loced up during the L.A. riots
Be your own good ride, right,
These are the geto

The nigger with all switches sitting ODs
Who got jacked, he tried to out his gat
Pulling sex in his back
Now his momma, all black
And niggas is to the barber to get a fade

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is just a little something for my
That's gonna be a nigga if he don't get no bigger
Be own good 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