Luyện nghe bài hát The Set Up

Q.B. 1933
To nine-six motherfucker
the shit

Nine-six, 600

the shit
My mindset, son got wet
I'm vexed
They off his Rolex, smacked his bitch silly
Why niggas illy word to Will he bout to feel it
I feel it, he shoulda dealt with it
niggas sour they put to much flour in their coke
And got the nerve to wonder why broke
While we was gleaming, niggas was
Seen the ill Beamers
and doubling cream, had em fiending
To get they fingers on the dosa, I called
these niggas hit the God bring the toaster
Meet me in the I'm bout to go loca
Left my rat beggin me to and stroke her
He through 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 nigga Hav gotta
It's down, it's going down kid
I he might not live, I'm holding back tears
these broads to put it in gear
With two females that smile digging they style yo
Whattup son, these done started something wild
You know the clique well, Ramel the gold in his grill
to get a name holding the steel
I paid attention to the
bitches when it get real
Sos' me close and told me the deal
He said both hoes'll
Spray shots and reload and still the wheel
Point em out smoke a Phil' then
I layed back Escobar status, The Firm got it cornered
We on it, shit we was with

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

Hold it right pull over
That nigga right inside the Rover
I knew he'd be here, I told you
Let's get him now, look at him smile, ice
Polo pullover, big links and boulders
He's stunting, after he left my man that
Without a fair chance to back, but I'll be right back
He never seen us, gave the mac to Venus
And Vicious, lookin delicious, yo' bidness
And step to him, shake ass try to screw him
Do ya gotta do to get to him
A tight parasuco, with faces
Can niggas Buttafuco, of all ages, they was amused
By the way walked, way they talked
Only if knew these girls'd spray New York
If they had to, him ask Venus, could I have you
He jumped out a Jeep, heard her tell him grab boo
They started chatting, was only bout a minute, flat
They in the back of the Jeep laughing
We followed them pollying, he the hoes were Somalian
Probably wanted to hit the Inn
I grabbed the phone and the Mobb and them
We layed low about a or so these bitches movin too slow
We both holding, what if them wild hoes started
Sosa, said say no more, we started
Before we got in they must have shot him, wildin
There the go, hurry up we out in
The 940, me and two shorties
The niggas got murdered in the orgy

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

QBC, motherfucker
niggas up
Cause our clique is
day another dollar
More money, more
this shit, Q.B. up in the house