Luyện nghe bài hát Put On Tha Set

I got put on the set, smokin Jacks in a shack
with my nigga Coolio, got me to' the fuck
High as a UFO, standin in my
in the hall, to the walls
Now a spooked, umm
voice* Heavens to merkatroids, I'm looped!
I'm tripping! voice* Nigga what do I see?
me, that nigga Dub C on the TV
Now I I'm buzzed
cause I'm on the TV but the unplugged
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 eleven on a black and white tube and
Mack and the Gene are one of show
Hangin with Sinead and they sippin on the
Now I know I'm trippin Lawrence voice* Oh my goodness!
Let me the TV and
Dizamn! again there I go
But this time it's channel on Arsenio
I'm smokin a wet one on the
Givin up a fat middle to the crowd
I'm faded, but not in a way in which you ever
the side 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 just
look, look, and you'll me flyin high
So I was, standin in front of the set mesmerized
Kickin off the scenery right before me
as a motherfucker what was I to do?
Cause now the yerm has got me thinkin I'm on two
Peep it -- like the bi-on-ic man I'm out of control
and now I see myself on Highway
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 four so I can catch my breath
Now who's this five minutes of bein there
I met this motherfucker named the Prince of Bel Air
Yeah this nigga was funny I admit it
but his Uncle and his cousin was straight bitches
Them niggaz was cock blockin, bout killin me
cause I told em I to fuck the shit out of Hillary, ooh
Now a realer trip to fantasy, all I know
is she was lookin good sportin t-shirt and panties, huh
I believe 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 Rick 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 nine on the
I'm swingin on a with a gauge
Boom, bang bang, you niggaz can't
Fuck a obstacle fool, I had them buff bitches
Mass confusion now I hear comin
So I swing to the exit, jumped off and
God mama 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, just on Kool-Aid
Now umm, no need for me to pretenda
like my date was all like J.J.'s boo-boo Belinda
yo, but she had a ass like Thelma, titties Walona
off the Mad Dog I fucked around 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