Luyện nghe bài hát Put On Tha Set

I got put on the set, smokin Jacks in a shack
my nigga Coolio, got me to' the fuck back
High as a UFO, in my drawers
in the hall, talkin to the
Now a spooked, umm
*Snagglepuss voice* 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
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 havin illusions,
of me on channel eleven on a black and tube and
Mack and the Gene are one of show
Hangin with Sinead and 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 thirteen 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 you ever seen
the side effects, yeah, I'm on the set
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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 me flyin high
So there I was, in front of the set mesmerized
Kickin off the right before me eyes
High as a what was I to do?
Cause now the yerm has got me I'm on channel two
Peep it -- bip-bip-bip the bi-on-ic man I'm out of control
and now I see myself on Highway
Runnin from the Feds tryin to make my get
but *singin* nowhere to run, ba-bay
And now exhausted from drama 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
niggaz was cock blockin, talkin bout killin me
cause I told em I 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 can't believe this shit, I'm wet
Fuck tricks, my mind is with dipsticks, I'm on the set

Still from the chemicals I'm askin was it worth it
Cause like 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 channel nine on the
I'm on a rope with a gauge
Boom, bang bang, you can't hang
Fuck a obstacle fool, I had them buff runnin
Mass now I hear one-time comin
So I swing to the exit, off and jetted
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 this nigga 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
Drunk off the Mad Dog I fucked and boned her
J.J. the pussy was dy-no-mite though
I must admit the hoe had a mug as ugly as
I'm on tha set