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
all the young homies up
Gettin' 'em all shot in the streets, straight 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 an' rich folks did that

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

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

What? I'm tellin' the
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 flippin' your sack
You makin' money, it's sittin' in stacks
You bought you some 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 want some
You in the little leagues, AKs from the East
Guns an' coke, you get a piece?

It was a set up, what 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 niggaz havin'

Oakland got a taste an' all the place
Detroit to Miami, they was case
Down to I-75, need 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 you need
You got the money, I got the

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

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

'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, spend a hundred 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 get out an' I'm still amazed
You opened up a biz an' bought some real estate

I'm money, niggaz strapped like the military
how to cook it, package it an' get it there
You get You coulda been a CPA
When you weigh that yay, the DEA

It ain't mine, I don't do no time
They got the new havin' niggaz snitchin' an' lyin'
'Cause we do, y'all, we gotta get our own hustle
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 an' I still ain't been to jail
They caught my little homey on the hill an' made him

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

set me up, man, it was a set up