Luyện nghe bài hát Put On Tha Set

I got put on the set, smokin Jimmy in a shack
my nigga Coolio, got me to' the fuck back
High as a UFO, in my drawers
in the hall, talkin to the
Now a spooked, umm
*Snagglepuss voice* to merkatroids, I'm looped!
I'm tripping! *normal voice* Nigga what do I
It's me, nigga Dub C on the TV
Now I know I'm
cause I'm on the TV but the unplugged
Damn, this is like the Twilight Zone
*sings Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na; I'm blowed!
Cause now I'm havin illusions,
of me on channel eleven on a black and white and
Mack and the Gene are one of show
Hangin Sinead and they sippin on the four-oh
Now I know I'm trippin *Martin voice* Oh my goodness!
Let me the TV and
Dizamn! Once again I go
But this time channel thirteen on Arsenio
I'm smokin a wet one on the
up a fat middle finger to the crowd
I'm faded, but not in a way in which you ever
the side effects, yeah, I'm on the set
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Asshole naked in front of the set; I'm wet
Ain't no escapin when yo' ass is I'm wet
Look, look, way up in the sky everybody
look, look, and you'll me flyin high
So there I was, standin in front of the set
Kickin off the scenery right me eyes
High as a what was I to do?
Cause now the has got me thinkin I'm on channel two
Peep it -- bip-bip-bip like the bi-on-ic man I'm out of
and now I see myself on Highway
Runnin the Feds tryin to make my get away
but *singin* nowhere to run, ba-bay
And now from this drama I needed a rest
So I went on channel so I can catch my breath
Now who's this after five of bein there
I met this motherfucker named the Prince of Bel Air
Yeah nigga was funny I must admit it
but his Uncle and his cousin Carlton was straight
Them was cock blockin, talkin bout killin me
I told em I wanted to fuck the shit out of Hillary, ooh
Now what's a realer to fantasy, all I know
is she was lookin good sportin them and panties, huh
I believe this shit, nigga I'm wet
Fuck tricks, my is playin with dipsticks, I'm on the set

Still blowed the chemicals I'm askin was it worth it
Cause like Rick now Dub C is scared and I'm nervous
Cause now the changin by itself, uh-oh danger
now I see myself on channel nine on the Gladiators
I'm swingin on a rope a gauge
Boom, bang bang, you niggaz can't
Fuck a obstacle fool, I had them buff runnin
Mass confusion now I one-time comin
So I to the exit, jumped off and jetted
Thank God mama kept the baby gat
I left all bitches behind, til I got to channel fifty-two
and there I myself on Good Times
Here was me and this nigga J.J.
Out on a date, just sippin on Kool-Aid
Now umm, no need for me to pretenda
like my was all that like J.J.'s boo-boo Belinda
yo, but she had a ass like Thelma, titties like
Drunk off the Mad Dog I fucked and boned her
Like J.J. the was dy-no-mite though
I admit the hoe had a mug as ugly as Flo'
I'm on tha set