Luyện nghe bài hát Put On Tha Set

I got put on the set, smokin Jimmy Jacks in a
my nigga Coolio, got me to' the fuck back
High as a UFO, in my drawers
in the hall, talkin to the
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 know I'm
cause I'm on the TV but the TV's
Damn, this is like the Twilight Zone
*sings theme* Na-na-na-na, I'm blowed!
Cause now I'm illusions, illusions
of me on channel on a black and white tube and
Mack and the are one of mine show
Hangin with Sinead and 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 channel thirteen on Arsenio
I'm a wet one on the couch
Givin up a fat middle to the crowd
I'm faded, but not in a way in you ever seen
peep the effects, yeah, I'm on the set
*singers*
Asshole naked standin in front of the 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 you'll me flyin high
So there I was, standin in of the set mesmerized
Kickin off the scenery right before me
High as a what was I to do?
Cause now the yerm has got me thinkin I'm on two
Peep it -- bip-bip-bip like the man I'm out of control
and now I see myself on Patrol
Runnin from the 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 my breath
Now who's this after five minutes of bein
I met this motherfucker named the Fresh of Bel Air
Yeah this nigga was funny I must it
but his Uncle and his Carlton was straight bitches
Them was cock blockin, talkin bout killin me
cause I told em I wanted to fuck the 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 can't believe this shit, 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 Rick now Dub C is scared and I'm nervous
Cause now the TV's 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 bang, you niggaz hang
Fuck a obstacle fool, I had them bitches runnin
confusion now I hear one-time comin
So I to the exit, jumped off and jetted
Thank God mama kept the baby gat
I left all them bitches behind, til I got to channel
and there I found myself on Good
Here was me and this named J.J.
Out on a date, just sippin on Kool-Aid
Now umm, ain't no need for me to
like my date was all that like J.J.'s boo-boo
yo, but she had a ass Thelma, titties like Walona
Drunk off the Mad Dog I fucked around and her
Like J.J. the pussy was dy-no-mite
I must admit the hoe had a mug as ugly as
I'm on tha set