Luyện nghe bài hát Put On Tha Set

I got put on the set, Jimmy Jacks in a shack
with my Coolio, got me to' the fuck back
as a UFO, standin in my drawers
in the hall, talkin to the
Now a spooked, umm
voice* Heavens to merkatroids, I'm looped!
I'm tripping! *normal voice* Nigga do I see?
It's me, that Dub C on the TV
Now I know I'm
I'm on the TV but the TV's unplugged
Damn, this shit is the Twilight Zone
*sings theme* Na-na-na-na, I'm blowed!
Cause now I'm havin illusions,
of me on eleven on a black and white tube and
Mack and the are one of mine show
Hangin with Sinead and they on the four-oh
Now I know I'm *Martin Lawrence voice* Oh my goodness!
Let me the TV and
Dizamn! Once again I go
But this time it's thirteen on Arsenio
I'm smokin a wet one on the
Givin up a fat middle finger to the
I'm faded, but not in a way in which you seen
peep the effects, yeah, I'm on the set
*singers*
Asshole standin in front of the set; I'm wet
Ain't no 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 there I was, standin in of the set mesmerized
Kickin off the scenery before me eyes
High as a 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 Patrol
Runnin from the Feds tryin to my get away
but there's *singin* to run, ba-bay
And now exhausted this drama I needed a rest
So I went on channel four so I can my breath
Now this after five minutes of bein there
I met this motherfucker named the Prince of Bel Air
this nigga was funny I must admit it
but his Uncle and his cousin was straight bitches
Them niggaz was blockin, talkin bout 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 believe this shit, nigga I'm wet
tricks, my mind is playin with dipsticks, I'm on the set

Still blowed from the chemicals I'm askin was it it
Cause like Slick Rick now Dub C is and I'm nervous
Cause now the TV's changin by itself, danger
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 kept the baby gat ready
I left all them bitches behind, til I got to channel
and there I found myself on Good
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 like J.J.'s boo-boo
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 must admit the hoe had a mug as as Flo'
I'm on tha set