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 name, but they all the same
So loco 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 from the neighborhood, niggas
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty thieves, and thugs
To unwrap the [Incomprehensible] what
The loudmouth one loced up in of the icecream truck

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

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

To the hoochies in the and Sentras
niggas fightin' 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 their
Be your own good ride, right,
are the geto highlites

Slap boxin' with all the young watchin'
Dead cats in the playing craps
Niggas, catchin' with 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 time his D jacked a 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 little plays 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 forgot the homey, Lano
He got killed by a sucker way in the eighties, oh
I heard the homies, mighties is ballin' out of
He got himself off unemployment checks in 8

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

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

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

The nigger all sixteen switches sitting ODs
Who got jacked, he tried to out his gat
sex in through his back
Now his momma, ain't all
And niggas is going to the to get a fade

They carried dead homey to his grave
Pour out a liquor
Homegirl, down the street with the green
And big titties is getting

Neighborhood beat him up
And be selling 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 training wheels off her bike
While her got twenty-five to life at Fort Strike
The little homey just tripped and
Because he didn't realize that the joint was dipped, right

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

Crackhead momma's smoking county checks
who serve nickel pieces for sex
Be your own ride, right, right
are the geto highlites

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

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

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