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 back
High as a UFO, standin in my
in the hall, talkin to the
Now a spooked, umm
voice* Heavens to merkatroids, I'm looped!
I'm tripping! *normal voice* what 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 is like the Twilight Zone
*sings 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
with Sinead and they sippin on the four-oh
Now I I'm trippin *Martin Lawrence voice* Oh my goodness!
Let me the TV and
Dizamn! Once 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 seen
peep the effects, yeah, I'm on the set
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Asshole naked in front of the set; I'm wet
Ain't no escapin when yo' ass is I'm wet
Look, look, way up in the sky everybody
look, look, and you'll find me high
So there I was, in front of the set mesmerized
Kickin off the scenery right me eyes
High as a what was I to do?
now the yerm has got me thinkin I'm on channel two
Peep it -- bip-bip-bip like the bi-on-ic man I'm out of
and now I see on Highway Patrol
Runnin from the Feds to make my get away
but there's *singin* nowhere to run,
And now exhausted from drama I needed a rest
So I went on channel four so I can catch my
Now who's this after five of bein there
I met this motherfucker the Fresh Prince of Bel Air
this nigga was funny I must admit it
but his Uncle and his cousin Carlton was straight
Them niggaz was blockin, talkin bout killin me
cause I told em I wanted to fuck the 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 can't believe this shit, 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 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 channel 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 runnin
Mass confusion now I hear one-time
So I swing to the exit, 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 on Good Times
Here was me and this nigga J.J.
Out on a double date, sippin on Kool-Aid
Now umm, ain't no need for me to
like my date was all that like J.J.'s Belinda
yo, but she had a ass like Thelma, like Walona
Drunk off the Mad Dog I fucked 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