Luyện nghe bài hát Set Up

One, two, one, two, three,

we got the crack, then we got the gats
Then changed all the laws, it was a set up
Lockin' all the young up
'em all shot dead in the streets, straight set up

I remember when the world went
cocaine hit the streets in the '80s
Right before the crack they was fat
They called it 'Freebase' an' rich folks did

It's all but nobody in the hood
Put in water an' cooked it, they never would
A white boy did it, niggaz how to get it
The rich man's high got the addicted

It used to be expensive, that ten shit
Turnin' out cute little bitches that was
Five years later, she to' up from the up
Niggaz used to kiss her, now the bitch like throw up

I'm tellin' the truth
The man had a plan that was killin' the
You can smoke it or sell it, if you choose, you
It was a set up, got everybody the blues

They gave you the crack to start flippin' your
You makin' your money, it's in stacks
You you some gats for niggaz who jack
Put a 50 in the crib, motherfucker, bag

Somebody died, goin' to war
You got a lot of straps an' you want more
You in the little leagues, AKs from the Middle
Guns an' coke, you wanna get a

It was a set up, that's the O.G.'s say
I Rick got his dope from the CIA
A new kind of out in sunny Los Angeles
Benzes, houses, niggaz havin' this

got a taste an' all over the place
Detroit to Miami, they was rollin'
Down to I-75, whatchu in Atlanta
White Christmas, a bag full of dope like

need, homey, whatchu need? It was a set up
I got whatchu need, baby, I got whatever you
You got the money, I got the

Don't look in his eyes, use your automatic
Shoot in the crowd an' steppin'
about it later, wrong nigga got hit
Shot a in the leg but you killed a little kid

Now where in the fuck did the guns come
They used to put 'em up an' say, You want
Now you get shot, makin' all loud noise
Have your on your side like the cowboys

'Cause you can make a lot of money you sellin' dope
Sell your soul to the Devil, say, To with the Pope
At the Benz dealer, spend a thousand cash
You like a hoe, money comin' out your ass

In a way, not your fault
You stupid as fuck, why you got caught
You get out an' I'm still amazed
You shoulda up a biz an' bought some real estate

I'm havin' money, niggaz strapped the military
Know how to cook it, it an' get it there
You get paid? You been a CPA
When you weigh that yay, the DEA

It ain't mine, I don't do no time
They got the new laws havin' niggaz snitchin' an'
'Cause what we do, y'all, we gotta get our own
I'm on the coke, I don't want no trouble

I got a felony, I was caught in a
Got probation, they can't us
I got two gat cases an' I still been to jail
They caught my little homey on the an' made him tell

He told about the murders an' the operation
I feel the slave on a plantation
Now I'm stuck in here an' wanna stay
I wish I was a kid so I could go out an'

set me up, man, it was a set up