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 sacks thats a fact

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

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

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

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

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

Slap boxin' with all the hoochies watchin'
Dead cats in the playing craps
Niggas, catchin' with they feet
Think 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 a nigga and old bitch
and registration, "All I got is a drivers permit"

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

Darks raided the spot
Eight year old kid got shot 'cause they mistook his B B gun for a
And I forgot about the homey, Lano
He got killed by a 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 he's sayin' loc
Sometimes just like that in the hood
Yeh, nothin' change of the game but the name
That's right, you that's right

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

To the negros, real to the violence
All the niggers who up during the L.A. riots
Be own good ride, right, right
These are the highlites

The with all sixteen switches sitting ODs
Who got jacked, he to pull out his gat
Pulling sex in through his
Now his momma, all black
And is going to the barber to get a fade

They carried their 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 crackheads be selling TV's and
For bucks, so what's up
Yesterday the committed a bank caper
Saw the chase on the news and read the story in today's

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

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

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

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

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

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