Luyện nghe bài hát Put On Tha Set

I got put on the set, smokin Jimmy Jacks in a
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?
me, that nigga Dub C on the TV
Now I know I'm
cause I'm on the TV but the unplugged
Damn, this shit is like the Twilight
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 white and
and the Gene are one of mine show
Hangin with Sinead and they sippin on the
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 thirteen on Arsenio
I'm smokin a wet one on the
Givin up a fat 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 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 you'll me flyin high
So I was, standin in front of the set mesmerized
Kickin off the right before me eyes
High as a motherfucker was I to do?
Cause now the yerm has got me I'm on channel two
Peep it -- bip-bip-bip like the man I'm out of control
and now I see myself on Highway
Runnin the Feds tryin to make my get away
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 who's this five minutes of bein 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 Carlton was bitches
Them niggaz was cock blockin, talkin killin me
cause I told em I wanted to fuck the out of Hillary, ooh
Now what's a realer trip to fantasy, all I
is she was lookin sportin them t-shirt and panties, huh
I can't believe shit, nigga I'm wet
tricks, my mind is playin 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 by itself, uh-oh danger
Cause now I see on channel nine on the Gladiators
I'm swingin on a rope with a
Boom, bang bang, you niggaz hang
Fuck a obstacle fool, I had buff bitches runnin
Mass confusion now I hear one-time
So I swing to the exit, off and jetted
Thank God mama kept the baby gat
I left all them behind, til I got to channel fifty-two
and there I myself on Good Times
Here was me and this nigga J.J.
Out on a double date, just on Kool-Aid
Now umm, no need for me to pretenda
like my date was all that like J.J.'s 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 was dy-no-mite though
I must admit the hoe had a mug as ugly as
I'm on tha set