Luyện nghe bài hát Put On Tha Set

I got put on the set, smokin Jimmy in a shack
with my 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 voice* Nigga what do I
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
theme* Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na; I'm blowed!
Cause now I'm illusions, illusions
of me on channel eleven on a and white tube and
Mack and the Gene are one of show
Hangin with and they sippin on the four-oh
Now I know I'm trippin Lawrence voice* Oh my goodness!
Let me the TV and
Dizamn! Once again I go
But this time it's channel thirteen on
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 you ever seen
peep the effects, yeah, I'm on the set
Chorus:
Asshole naked in front of the set; I'm wet
Ain't no escapin yo' ass is wet; I'm wet
Look, look, way up in the sky just
look, look, and find me flyin high
So there I was, standin in front of the set
Kickin off the scenery before me eyes
High as a motherfucker was I to do?
now the yerm has got me thinkin I'm on channel two
Peep it -- bip-bip-bip like the man I'm out of control
and now I see on Highway Patrol
Runnin from the tryin to make my get away
but there's nowhere to run, ba-bay
And now exhausted this 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 was straight bitches
Them niggaz was cock blockin, talkin killin me
I told em I wanted to fuck the shit out of Hillary, ooh
Now a realer trip to fantasy, all I know
is she was lookin sportin them t-shirt and panties, huh
I can't believe 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 changin by itself, uh-oh danger
Cause now I see myself on nine on the Gladiators
I'm on a rope with a gauge
Boom, bang, you niggaz can't hang
Fuck a obstacle fool, I had them buff bitches
Mass confusion now I hear comin
So I to the exit, jumped off and jetted
Thank God mama the baby gat ready
I left all bitches behind, til I got to channel fifty-two
and there I myself on Good Times
was me and this nigga named J.J.
Out on a double date, just on Kool-Aid
Now umm, ain't no need for me to
like my date was all that J.J.'s boo-boo Belinda
yo, but she had a ass like Thelma, like Walona
off the Mad Dog I fucked around and boned her
Like J.J. the pussy was though
I must admit the hoe had a mug as ugly as
I'm on tha set