Luyện nghe bài hát Set Up

One, two, one, two, three,

First we got the crack, then we got the
they changed all the laws, it was a set up
Lockin' all the young up
Gettin' 'em all shot dead in the streets, set up

I remember when the went crazy
cocaine hit the streets in the '80s
Right before the they was smokin' fat
They called it 'Freebase' an' rich folks did

all good but nobody in the hood
Put powder in an' cooked it, they never would
A white boy did it, niggaz how to get it
The man's high got the ghetto addicted

It to be expensive, fuck that ten shit
Turnin' out cute bitches that was innocent
Five later, she to' up from the flo' up
Niggaz used to kiss her, now the bitch like throw up

What? I'm the truth
The man had a that was killin' the youth
You can smoke it or sell it, if you choose, you
It was a set up, got singin' the blues

They gave you the crack to flippin' your sack
You makin' your money, sittin' in stacks
You bought you gats for niggaz who jack
Put a 50 in the crib, motherfucker, bag

died, you're goin' to war
You got a lot of straps an' you want some
You in the little leagues, AKs from the East
Guns an' coke, you get a piece?

It was a set up, what the O.G.'s say
I heard Rick got his dope the CIA
A new kind of baller out in Los Angeles
Benzes, houses, young niggaz this

Oakland got a an' all over the place
Detroit to Miami, was rollin' case
Down to I-75, need in Atlanta
White Christmas, a bag full of dope like

Whatchu need, homey, need? It was a set up
I got whatchu need, baby, I got whatever you
You got the money, I got the

Don't look in his eyes, use automatic weapons
Shoot in the crowd an' steppin'
about it later, wrong nigga got hit
Shot a gangster in the leg but you killed a kid

Now where in the fuck did the guns come
They to put 'em up an' say, You want some?
Now you get shot, makin' all that loud
your pistol on your side like the cowboys

'Cause you can make a lot of when you sellin' dope
Sell your soul to the Devil, say, To hell the Pope
At the dealer, spend a hundred thousand cash
You feelin' a hoe, money comin' out your ass

In a way, not your fault
You as fuck, that's why you got caught
You never get out an' I'm amazed
You opened up a biz an' bought some real estate

I'm havin' money, niggaz like the military
Know how to it, package it an' get it there
You get paid? You coulda a CPA
When you weigh that yay, the DEA

It ain't mine, I wanna do no time
They got the new laws niggaz snitchin' an' lyin'
what we do, y'all, we gotta get our own hustle
I'm cool on the coke, I want no trouble

I got a felony, I was in a bust
Got probation, can't stop us
I got two gat cases an' I ain't been to jail
They my little homey on the hill an' made him tell

He told about the murders an' the operation
I feel the slave on a plantation
Now I'm stuck in here an' wanna stay
I wish I was a kid so I go out an' play

set me up, man, it was a set up