Luyện nghe bài hát Set Up

One, two, one, two, three,

First we got the crack, then we got the
Then 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
Crack cocaine hit the streets in the
Right before the crack was smokin' fat
They called it 'Freebase' an' folks did that

It's all good but in the hood
Put powder in water an' cooked it, they would
A boy did it, showed niggaz how to get it
The man's high got the ghetto addicted

It to be expensive, fuck that ten shit
Turnin' out little 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 tellin' the
The man had a plan that was killin' the
You can smoke it or it, if you choose, you lose
It was a set up, got singin' the blues

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

Somebody died, you're to war
You got a lot of straps an' you want more
You in the leagues, AKs from the Middle East
Guns an' coke, you wanna get a

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

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

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

look in his eyes, use your automatic weapons
Shoot in the an' keep steppin'
Read it later, wrong nigga got hit
Shot a in the leg but you killed a little kid

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

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

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

I'm havin' money, niggaz strapped the military
how to cook it, package it an' get it there
You get You coulda been 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 don't no trouble

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

He told about the an' the whole operation
I like the slave on a plantation
Now I'm stuck in here an' don't wanna
I wish I was a kid so I go out an' play

set me up, man, it was a set up