Luyện nghe bài hát Set Up

One, two, one, two, three,

we got the crack, then we got the gats
Then changed all the laws, it was a set up
Lockin' all the homies up
Gettin' 'em all dead in the streets, straight set up

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

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

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

I'm tellin' the truth
The man had a plan was killin' 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 start flippin' sack
You makin' your money, it's in stacks
You bought you some for niggaz who jack
Put a 50 in the crib, motherfucker, bag

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause you can make a lot of money you sellin' dope
your soul to the Devil, say, To hell with the Pope
At the Benz dealer, spend a hundred 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 amazed
You shoulda opened up a biz an' bought some real

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

It ain't mine, I wanna 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 want no trouble

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

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

set me up, man, it was a set up