Luyện nghe bài hát Put On Tha Set

I got put on the set, Jimmy Jacks 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
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 Zone
*sings Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na; I'm blowed!
now I'm havin illusions, illusions
of me on channel eleven on a black and tube and
Mack and the Gene are one of show
Hangin Sinead and they sippin on the four-oh
Now I know I'm trippin *Martin voice* Oh my goodness!
Let me the TV and
Dizamn! Once again I go
But time it's channel thirteen on Arsenio
I'm smokin a wet one on the
up a fat middle finger to the crowd
I'm faded, but not in a way in which you ever
peep the effects, yeah, I'm on the set
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Asshole naked 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 find me 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 I'm on channel two
Peep it -- bip-bip-bip like the bi-on-ic man I'm out of
and now I see myself on Highway
Runnin from the Feds to make my get away
but there's *singin* nowhere to run,
And now exhausted from 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 motherfucker the Fresh Prince of Bel Air
Yeah this was funny I must admit it
but his Uncle and his Carlton was straight bitches
Them niggaz was cock blockin, talkin killin me
cause I em I wanted to fuck the shit out of Hillary, ooh
Now what's a trip to fantasy, all I know
is she was lookin good sportin them 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 from the chemicals I'm askin was it it
Cause like Slick now Dub C is scared and I'm nervous
Cause now the TV's changin by itself, uh-oh
Cause now I see myself on channel on the Gladiators
I'm swingin on a rope a gauge
Boom, bang, you niggaz can't hang
Fuck a fool, I had them buff bitches runnin
Mass confusion now I hear one-time
So I to the exit, jumped off and jetted
Thank God mama kept the gat ready
I left all them bitches behind, til I got to fifty-two
and there I found myself on Times
was me and this nigga named J.J.
Out on a double date, just on Kool-Aid
Now umm, ain't no for me to pretenda
like my date was all that like J.J.'s 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 was dy-no-mite though
I admit the hoe had a mug as ugly as Flo'
I'm on tha set