Luyện nghe bài hát Put On Tha Set

I got put on the set, Jimmy Jacks in a shack
my nigga Coolio, got me to' the fuck back
High as a UFO, standin in my
in the hall, to the walls
Now a spooked, umm
*Snagglepuss Heavens to merkatroids, I'm looped!
I'm tripping! *normal voice* what do I see?
It's me, nigga Dub C on the TV
Now I know I'm
cause I'm on the TV but the TV's
Damn, this shit is the Twilight Zone
theme* Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na; I'm blowed!
Cause now I'm illusions, illusions
of me on channel on a black and white tube and
Mack and the Gene are one of mine
Hangin Sinead and they sippin on the four-oh
Now I know I'm trippin *Martin voice* Oh my goodness!
Let me the TV and
Dizamn! Once there I go
But this time it's channel on Arsenio
I'm smokin a wet one on the
Givin up a fat middle finger to the
I'm faded, but not in a way in which you ever
the side effects, yeah, I'm on the set
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Asshole naked standin in of the set; I'm wet
Ain't no escapin when yo' ass is I'm wet
Look, look, way up in the sky everybody
look, look, and you'll find me flyin
So there I was, standin in front of the set
Kickin off the scenery right before me
High as a motherfucker was I to do?
now the yerm has got me thinkin I'm on channel two
Peep it -- like the bi-on-ic man I'm out of control
and now I see myself on Patrol
Runnin from the tryin to make my get away
but *singin* nowhere to run, ba-bay
And now exhausted from this drama I a rest
So I on channel four so I can catch my breath
Now this after five minutes of bein there
I met this motherfucker named the Fresh of Bel Air
Yeah this nigga was I must admit it
but his Uncle and his cousin was straight bitches
niggaz was cock blockin, talkin bout killin me
cause I told em I wanted to fuck the out of Hillary, ooh
Now what's a realer trip to fantasy, all I
is she was lookin good sportin them and panties, huh
I believe this shit, nigga I'm wet
Fuck tricks, my is playin with dipsticks, I'm on the set

Still blowed from the chemicals I'm was it worth it
Cause like Slick Rick now Dub C is scared and I'm
Cause now the TV's by itself, uh-oh danger
Cause now I see myself on channel on the Gladiators
I'm on a rope with a gauge
Boom, bang bang, you niggaz can't
Fuck a obstacle fool, I had buff bitches runnin
Mass confusion now I hear one-time
So I to the exit, jumped off and jetted
God mama kept the baby gat ready
I left all them behind, til I got to channel fifty-two
and there I found myself on Good
Here was me and this nigga J.J.
Out on a date, just sippin on Kool-Aid
Now umm, ain't no for me to pretenda
like my date was all that like J.J.'s boo-boo
yo, but she had a ass like Thelma, titties like
Drunk off the Mad Dog I around and boned her
Like J.J. the pussy was though
I must the hoe had a mug as ugly as Flo'
I'm on tha set