Luyện nghe bài hát Set Up

One, two, one, two, three,

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

I when the world went crazy
Crack cocaine hit the in the '80s
Right before the crack they was fat
They it 'Freebase' an' rich folks did that

It's all good but in the hood
Put powder in water an' cooked it, never would
A white boy did it, niggaz how to get it
The rich man's high got the ghetto

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

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

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

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

It was a set up, that's the O.G.'s say
I heard Rick got his dope the CIA
A new of baller out in sunny 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 Santa

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

Don't look in his eyes, use your automatic
Shoot in the crowd an' keep
Read it later, wrong nigga got hit
Shot a gangster in the leg but you a little kid

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

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

In a way, it's not your
You as fuck, that's 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 like the
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 don't do no time
They got the new laws havin' niggaz an' lyin'
'Cause we do, y'all, we gotta get our own hustle
I'm cool on the coke, I don't want no

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

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

set me up, man, it was a set up