Luyện nghe bài hát Set Up

One, two, one, two, three,

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

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

all good but nobody in the hood
Put powder in water an' cooked it, they never
A white boy did it, showed 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 was innocent
Five years later, she to' up from the up
Niggaz used to her, now the bitch smell 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 singin' the blues

They gave you the crack to start your sack
You makin' money, it's sittin' 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 some
You in the leagues, AKs from the Middle East
Guns an' coke, you get a piece?

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

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

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

Don't look in his eyes, use automatic weapons
in the crowd an' keep steppin'
Read about it later, wrong got hit
a gangster in the leg but you killed a little kid

Now in the fuck did the guns come from?
They to put 'em up an' say, You want some?
Now you get shot, all that loud noise
Have your pistol on your like the cowboys

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

In a way, not your fault
You as fuck, that's 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, strapped like the military
Know how to it, package 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 get our own hustle
I'm cool on the coke, I want no trouble

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

He told about the murders an' the operation
I feel like the 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