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
*Snagglepuss Heavens to merkatroids, I'm looped!
I'm tripping! *normal Nigga 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, shit is like the Twilight Zone
*sings theme* Na-na-na-na, I'm blowed!
Cause now I'm havin 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 know I'm trippin *Martin Lawrence Oh my goodness!
Let me the TV and
Dizamn! again 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 which you seen
peep the 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 just
look, look, and find me flyin high
So I was, standin in front of the set mesmerized
Kickin off the right before me eyes
High as a what was I to do?
Cause now the has got me thinkin 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 Patrol
Runnin from the Feds tryin to my get away
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 after five minutes of bein there
I met this motherfucker named the Fresh of Bel Air
Yeah this was funny I must admit it
but his and his cousin Carlton was straight bitches
niggaz was cock blockin, talkin bout killin me
cause I told em I wanted to the shit out of Hillary, ooh
Now what's a realer to fantasy, all I know
is she was lookin sportin them t-shirt and panties, huh
I can't this shit, nigga 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 Slick now Dub C is scared and I'm nervous
now the TV's changin by itself, uh-oh danger
Cause now I see myself on nine on the Gladiators
I'm swingin on a rope a gauge
Boom, bang bang, you niggaz can't
Fuck a obstacle fool, I had them buff runnin
Mass confusion now I one-time comin
So I swing to the exit, jumped off and
Thank God mama kept the baby gat
I left all them behind, til I got to channel fifty-two
and there I found myself on Times
Here was me and nigga named J.J.
Out on a double date, just on Kool-Aid
Now umm, ain't no for me to pretenda
like my 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 though
I admit the hoe had a mug as ugly as Flo'
I'm on tha set