Luyện nghe bài hát Put On Tha Set

I got put on the set, smokin Jimmy in a shack
my nigga Coolio, got me to' the fuck back
High as a UFO, in my drawers
in the hall, to the walls
Now a spooked, umm
*Snagglepuss Heavens to merkatroids, I'm looped!
I'm tripping! *normal voice* 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 the Twilight Zone
theme* Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na; I'm blowed!
Cause now I'm havin illusions,
of me on eleven on a black and white tube and
Mack and the Gene are one of mine
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! again there I go
But this time it's channel on Arsenio
I'm a wet one on the couch
up a fat middle finger to the crowd
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 standin in front 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 you'll me flyin high
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 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 myself on Patrol
Runnin from the Feds tryin to my get away
but there's *singin* to run, ba-bay
And now exhausted from this drama I a rest
So I went on channel so I can catch my breath
Now this after five minutes of bein there
I met this motherfucker named the Prince of Bel Air
Yeah this nigga was I must admit it
but his Uncle and his cousin Carlton was bitches
Them was cock blockin, talkin bout killin me
cause I told em I to fuck the shit out of Hillary, ooh
Now what's a trip to fantasy, all I know
is she was lookin good them t-shirt and panties, huh
I believe this shit, nigga I'm wet
Fuck tricks, my mind is with dipsticks, I'm on the set

Still blowed from the I'm askin was it worth it
Cause like Slick Rick now Dub C is scared and I'm
Cause now the TV's changin by itself, uh-oh
Cause now I see myself on channel nine on the
I'm swingin on a rope 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, jumped off and
Thank God kept the baby gat ready
I left all them behind, til I got to channel fifty-two
and I found myself on Good Times
was me and this nigga named J.J.
Out on a double date, sippin on Kool-Aid
Now umm, no need 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 Walona
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