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, 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
*sings theme* Na-na-na-na, I'm blowed!
Cause now I'm illusions, illusions
of me on channel eleven on a black and white 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 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
*singers*
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 find 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 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 myself on Highway
from the Feds tryin to make my get away
but there's *singin* nowhere to run,
And now exhausted from this drama I a rest
So I went on channel four so I can catch my
Now this after five minutes of bein there
I met this named the Fresh Prince of Bel Air
Yeah this nigga was I must admit it
but his and his cousin Carlton was straight bitches
niggaz was cock blockin, talkin bout killin me
cause I told em I wanted to the shit 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 believe this shit, nigga I'm wet
Fuck tricks, my mind is with dipsticks, I'm on the set

Still blowed from the chemicals I'm was it worth it
Cause like Slick Rick now Dub C is and I'm nervous
now the TV's changin by itself, uh-oh danger
Cause now I see myself on nine on the Gladiators
I'm swingin on a rope with a
Boom, bang bang, you niggaz hang
Fuck a obstacle fool, I had them bitches runnin
Mass confusion now I hear one-time
So I to the exit, jumped off and jetted
God mama kept the baby gat ready
I left all them behind, til I got to channel fifty-two
and there I myself on Good Times
Here was me and this 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 like J.J.'s boo-boo Belinda
yo, but she had a ass like Thelma, titties Walona
Drunk off the Mad Dog I around and boned her
J.J. the pussy was dy-no-mite though
I must admit the hoe had a mug as as Flo'
I'm on tha set