Luyện nghe bài hát Put On Tha Set

I got put on the set, Jimmy Jacks in a shack
with my Coolio, got me to' the fuck back
High as a UFO, standin in my
in the hall, to the walls
Now a spooked, umm
voice* Heavens to merkatroids, I'm looped!
I'm tripping! *normal Nigga what do I see?
It's me, that Dub C on the TV
Now I I'm buzzed
cause I'm on the TV but the unplugged
Damn, shit is like the Twilight Zone
theme* Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na; I'm blowed!
Cause now I'm havin illusions,
of me on channel eleven on a black and white and
Mack and the are one of mine show
with Sinead and they sippin on the four-oh
Now I know I'm trippin Lawrence voice* Oh my goodness!
Let me the TV and
Dizamn! again there I go
But this it's channel thirteen on Arsenio
I'm smokin a wet one on the
up a fat middle finger to the crowd
I'm faded, but not in a way in you ever seen
the side effects, yeah, I'm on the set
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Asshole naked in front of the set; I'm wet
no escapin when yo' ass is wet; I'm wet
Look, look, way up in the sky just
look, look, and you'll find me flyin
So there I was, standin in front of the set
off the scenery right before me eyes
High as a what was I to do?
Cause now the yerm has got me thinkin I'm on two
Peep it -- bip-bip-bip like the bi-on-ic man I'm out of
and now I see on Highway Patrol
from the Feds tryin to make my get away
but *singin* nowhere to run, ba-bay
And now exhausted from this I needed a rest
So I went on channel four so I can catch my
Now this after five minutes of bein there
I met this motherfucker the Fresh Prince of Bel Air
Yeah this nigga was funny I must it
but his Uncle and his cousin Carlton was 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 t-shirt and panties, huh
I can't believe this shit, I'm wet
Fuck tricks, my mind is playin dipsticks, I'm on the set

Still blowed from the chemicals I'm was it worth it
Cause like Rick now Dub C is scared and I'm nervous
Cause now the TV's changin by itself, uh-oh
Cause now I see myself on nine on the Gladiators
I'm swingin on a rope a gauge
Boom, bang, you niggaz can't hang
Fuck a obstacle fool, I had them bitches runnin
Mass confusion now I one-time comin
So I swing to the exit, jumped off and
Thank God mama kept the gat ready
I all them bitches behind, til I got to channel fifty-two
and there I found on Good Times
Here was me and nigga named J.J.
Out on a date, just sippin on Kool-Aid
Now umm, no need for me to pretenda
like my date was all that like J.J.'s boo-boo
yo, but she had a ass Thelma, titties like Walona
off the Mad Dog I fucked around and boned her
Like J.J. the was dy-no-mite though
I must admit the hoe had a mug as as Flo'
I'm on tha set