Luyện nghe bài hát Set Up

One, two, one, two, three,

First we got the crack, then we got the
Then changed all the laws, it was a set up
Lockin' all the homies up
Gettin' 'em all shot in the streets, straight set up

I remember when the world crazy
Crack cocaine hit the in the '80s
Right before the they was smokin' fat
called it 'Freebase' an' rich folks did that

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

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

What? I'm tellin' the
The man had a that was killin' the youth
You can smoke it or sell it, if you choose, you
It was a set up, got singin' the blues

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

Somebody died, you're to war
You got a lot of straps an' you some more
You in the little leagues, AKs the Middle East
an' coke, you wanna get a piece?

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

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

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

look in his eyes, use your automatic weapons
Shoot in the an' keep steppin'
Read about it later, wrong got hit
Shot a gangster in the leg but you a little kid

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

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

In a way, it's not your
You stupid as fuck, that's why you got
You never get out an' I'm still
You shoulda opened up a biz an' bought real estate

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

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

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

He told the murders an' the whole operation
I like the slave on a plantation
Now I'm in here an' don't wanna stay
I wish I was a kid so I go out an' play

set me up, man, it was a set up