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 fuck
High as a UFO, in my drawers
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 know I'm
cause I'm on the TV but the TV's
Damn, this shit is like the Twilight
theme* Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na; I'm blowed!
Cause now I'm illusions, illusions
of me on eleven on a black and white tube and
Mack and the are one of mine show
Hangin with Sinead and they sippin on the
Now I know I'm trippin *Martin Lawrence Oh my goodness!
Let me the TV and
Dizamn! Once there I go
But time it's channel thirteen on Arsenio
I'm a wet one on the couch
Givin up a fat 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 standin in front of the I'm wet
Ain't no when yo' ass is wet; I'm wet
Look, look, way up in the sky just
look, look, and you'll find me high
So there I was, standin in front of the set
Kickin off the scenery right me eyes
High as a what was I to do?
Cause now the yerm has got me 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 Feds tryin to make my get
but *singin* nowhere to run, ba-bay
And now exhausted this drama I needed a rest
So I went on channel four so I can my breath
Now who's this after five minutes of there
I met this named the Fresh Prince of Bel Air
Yeah this was funny I must admit it
but his Uncle and his cousin was straight bitches
Them niggaz was blockin, talkin bout killin me
I told em I wanted to fuck the shit out of Hillary, ooh
Now what's a trip to fantasy, all I know
is she was good sportin them t-shirt and panties, huh
I can't this shit, nigga I'm wet
Fuck tricks, my is playin with dipsticks, I'm on the set

Still blowed the chemicals I'm askin was it worth it
like Slick Rick now Dub C is scared and I'm nervous
Cause now the TV's by itself, uh-oh danger
Cause now I see on channel nine on the Gladiators
I'm on a rope with a gauge
Boom, bang, you niggaz can't hang
Fuck a fool, I had them buff 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 left all them bitches behind, til I got to channel
and there I found on Good Times
was me and this nigga named J.J.
Out on a date, just sippin on Kool-Aid
Now umm, no need for me to pretenda
my date was all that like J.J.'s boo-boo Belinda
yo, but she had a ass like Thelma, titties like
Drunk off the Mad Dog I fucked and boned her
Like J.J. the pussy was dy-no-mite
I must admit the hoe had a mug as as Flo'
I'm on tha set