Luyện nghe bài hát Set The Mood

Now it (sup? )
Let me set the mood here aight? (yeah cool)
We gonna, set it off with in-dee-dee, dee-dee-dee,
(yeah that's right) you
La-la-la-la-ladies and all that
(that's ladies first)
So peep it - you see girl
Who poppin mad shit about you
So I want you to get it a little bit
I want you to cru-cru-cru-crush ? ?

I was sittin on my lunchbreak, grittin my
It's the last day of the week, man what a
My arms are sore as hell, I felt and stiff
So I turned and I rolled this big fat spliff
when I seen her, steppin out a rented yellow beemer
This local ghetto fame rap cat her name was
She was she was goin on tour
The shit she was screamin since the year before
Ever the de la soul video, she seen me on the tv
that she was holdin a grudge and tryin to see me
Workin underground circuits and mad of people
she asked who was ill, all she got was indeed
She wanna battle (what? ) and it wasn't to tell
All I was thinkin bout was tryin to smoke my l
I had hours left and I was tired as hell
Plus it was 12:55 time for the bell
She had an ill screwface mug, frontin like she joe
Gangsta bitch profile, boppin like
Forty-below timbos, saggin
Pullin all her money out her pocket while she's
On her gold fronts with her on it
Her ice finger roll g-low while she claim fame on it
I peeped the stee' - then I crushed her with
Just for interruptin me while I was my trees

(whoo!)
That was bla-bla-bla, bla-blaze! (word)
Now we gon' se-se-set, this one up
For my man mercenary (aight aight yo do this)
(whassup? ) yo, I don't want you to make it
A or nuttin (aight)
I just want-want, want-want
Want you to come on straight rhy-rhy-rhyme
Rhy-rhy, shit - rip a nigga in his ass!
And let him know how we do it,

Now maseo puff cheeba, while rich lines
David j push the whip while cal pull dimes
And me right behind, with the gettin her math
To do the savion and just, tap that ass
Still the one who kill wackness, man I left them crippled
Had em all soft to back to soft like a nipple
My +art is official+ while art-ificial
Break you down to your last participle
Let me enlighten you, cause third eye's on dim
Me gettin taken out is rare like a smile from
See I'm remarkable, you're just
Last name shit, y'all niggaz need to
Open mitt, and catch this
I autograph word you bit
? ? testify then? ? your picture
Got an of non-rhymes to hit ya
While your clan is blam
Understand you must be smokin pounds of weed out of a pipe
And mistook munchies, for bein hungry for the mic
And now you have to with these cats who's truly right
Like estates with a pit on the bark at the gates
Put the whole entire plate in face
Make the point like who's that on that it's me
I'm in everything you see ? ? , yo I'm in demand
I'm in the club man I'm in your
Bein bought, I'm even in the thought from girl
The only thing you're in is in
Your be smashed
Run against the won and you'll be
that call for alcohol, depletin your cash

That's how you supposed to get in ass
Y'knowhatmsayin? know-know-know, know-know, dat!

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