Luyện nghe bài hát Put On Tha Set

I got put on the set, smokin Jimmy in a shack
with my nigga Coolio, got me to' the back
High as a UFO, in my drawers
in the hall, talkin to the
Now a spooked, umm
voice* 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 I'm buzzed
I'm on the TV but the TV's unplugged
Damn, this shit is the Twilight Zone
*sings theme* Na-na-na-na, I'm blowed!
now I'm havin illusions, illusions
of me on channel on a black and white tube and
Mack and the are one of mine show
Hangin with Sinead and sippin on the four-oh
Now I I'm trippin *Martin Lawrence voice* Oh my goodness!
Let me the TV and
Dizamn! Once again I go
But this time channel thirteen on Arsenio
I'm a wet one on the couch
Givin up a fat middle finger to the
I'm faded, but not in a way in you ever seen
peep the effects, yeah, I'm on the set
*singers*
Asshole standin 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 everybody
look, look, and you'll find me flyin
So I was, standin in front of the set mesmerized
Kickin off the scenery before me eyes
as a motherfucker what was I to do?
Cause now the has got me thinkin I'm on channel two
Peep it -- bip-bip-bip like the bi-on-ic man I'm out of
and now I see myself on Highway
Runnin from the Feds tryin to make my get
but there's *singin* 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 named the Fresh of Bel Air
Yeah this nigga was funny I must it
but his Uncle and his cousin was straight bitches
Them was cock blockin, talkin bout killin me
cause I em I wanted to fuck the shit 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 askin was it it
Cause Slick Rick now Dub C is scared and I'm nervous
Cause now the TV's changin by itself, danger
Cause now I see myself on nine on the Gladiators
I'm on a rope with a gauge
Boom, bang, you niggaz can't hang
a obstacle fool, I had them buff bitches runnin
Mass confusion now I hear one-time
So I swing to the exit, off and jetted
Thank God mama kept the gat ready
I left all them 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 double date, 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 Walona
Drunk off the Mad Dog I fucked and boned her
Like J.J. the pussy was though
I must admit the hoe had a mug as as Flo'
I'm on tha set