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 homies up
Gettin' 'em all shot dead in the streets, set up

I remember when the world crazy
Crack cocaine hit the in the '80s
Right before the crack 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 boy did it, showed niggaz how to get it
The rich high got the ghetto addicted

It used to be expensive, fuck that ten
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 it, if you choose, you lose
It was a set up, got singin' the blues

gave you the crack to start flippin' your sack
You makin' money, it's sittin' 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 some
You in the little leagues, AKs from the East
an' coke, you wanna get a piece?

It was a set up, what 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 havin'

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

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

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

Now where in the fuck did the guns from?
They 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 dope
Sell your soul to the Devil, say, To hell the Pope
At the Benz dealer, spend a thousand cash
You feelin' like a hoe, money 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 shoulda opened up a biz an' bought some real

I'm havin' money, niggaz strapped like the
Know how to cook it, package it an' get it
You get paid? You coulda 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 snitchin' an'
'Cause what we do, y'all, we get our own hustle
I'm on the coke, I don't want no trouble

I got a felony, I was caught in a
Got probation, can't stop us
I got two gat cases an' I still been to jail
caught my little 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' wanna stay
I I was a kid so I could go out an' play

set me up, man, it was a set up