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 young up
'em all shot dead in the streets, straight set up

I remember when the went crazy
Crack cocaine hit the streets in the
Right before the crack they was fat
They called it an' rich folks did that

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

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

What? I'm tellin' the
The man had a that was killin' the youth
You can it or sell it, if you choose, you lose
It was a set up, got everybody the blues

gave you the crack to start flippin' your 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 some more
You in the little leagues, AKs the Middle East
Guns an' coke, you get a piece?

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

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

need, homey, whatchu need? 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
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?
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'
Sell your to the Devil, say, To hell with the Pope
At the Benz dealer, spend a thousand cash
You feelin' like a hoe, money 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, strapped like the military
Know how to cook it, it an' get it there
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' snitchin' 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 caught in a
Got probation, can't stop us
I got two gat cases an' I ain't been to jail
They caught my little homey on the hill an' made him

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

set me up, man, it was a set up