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 shot dead in the streets, set up

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

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

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

I'm tellin' the truth
The man had a plan was killin' the youth
You can it or sell it, if you choose, you lose
It was a set up, got singin' the blues

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause you can a lot of money when you sellin' dope
Sell your soul to the Devil, say, To hell with the
At the Benz dealer, spend a hundred thousand
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 get out an' I'm still amazed
You shoulda opened up a biz an' bought some 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 that yay, tell the DEA

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

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

He told about the an' the whole operation
I feel 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