Luyện nghe bài hát The Set Up

Q.B. 1933
To nine-six motherfucker
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Nine-six, 600

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My mindset, son got wet
I'm vexed
snatched off his Rolex, smacked his bitch silly
Why niggas acting illy to Will he bout to feel it
I feel it, he shoulda been with it
niggas sour they put to much flour in their coke
And got the nerve to wonder why they're
we was gleaming, niggas was scheming
Seen the ill beaming
Triple-beam and cream, had em fiending
To get fingers on the dosa, I called Sosa
Sosa these hit the God bring the toaster
me in the Bridge I'm bout to go loca
Left my rat beggin me to and stroke her
He came with two fly bitches, Venus and Vicious
two macs inside the Volvo, what up God, I'm still sober
I need some Henn to bend me
My Hav gotta soldier
It's getting down, going down kid
I heard he might not live, I'm back tears
Told these broads to put it in
With two females that don't smile they style yo
Whattup son, these niggas started something wild
You know the clique well, Ramel with the in his grill
Tried to get a name holding the
I paid to the females
Maintained bitches when it get
pulled me close and told me the deal
He both hoes'll peel
Spray shots and reload and still handle the
Point em out smoke a Phil' chill
I back Escobar status, knowing The Firm got it cornered
We on it, we was born with

the lye, QBC yo it's do or die
In this, business and
I finesse this, for R.D., we shit
Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds wit
sons, step back let the tech lift
Lift you up, you with a shorty then we set you up
Spark the lye, QBC yo do or die
In this, business and
We finesse this, for RD, we shit
shit, Albert Einstein minds connect with
Dangerous sons, back let the tech lift
Lift you up, bless you wit a then we set you up

Hold it right pull over
That nigga there inside the Rover
I knew be right here, I told you
get him now, look at him smile, ice Bulova
Polo pullover, big links and rocking
He's stunting, after he left my man that
Without a fair chance to fight back, but be right back
He never seen us, Sos' the mac to Venus
And Vicious, delicious, handle yo' bidness
And step to him, your ass try to screw him
Do what ya do to get to him
A tight parasuco, young faces
Can niggas Buttafuco, of all ages, they was amused
By the way they walked, way talked
Only if they these girls'd spray New York
If they had to, heard him ask Venus, could I you
He jumped out a Jeep, heard her tell him don't boo
They started chatting, was only bout a minute, flat
They jumped in the back of the Jeep
We followed them pollying, he thought the hoes were
Probably to hit the Holiday Inn
I the phone and called the Mobb and them
We layed low about a hour or so these bitches too slow
We both holding, what if them wild started folding
Sosa, said say no more, we rolling
Before we got in they must shot him, security wildin
There the go, hurry up we out in
The 940, me and two shorties
The punk niggas got in the orgy

Spark the lye, QBC yo do or die
In this, and trifeness
I finesse this, for R.D., we chef
Perfect shit, Albert Einstein connect wit
sons, step back let the tech lift
Lift you up, bless you with a shorty we set you up

QBC, QueensBridge
Roping up
Cause our clique is
Another day dollar
More money, murder
this shit, Q.B. up in the house