Luyện nghe bài hát Set Up

One, two, one, two, three,

First we got the crack, we got the gats
Then changed all the laws, it was a set up
all the young homies up
Gettin' 'em all shot in the streets, straight set up

I remember when the world crazy
Crack cocaine hit the streets in the
Right before the crack was smokin' fat
called it 'Freebase' an' rich folks did that

It's all but nobody in the hood
Put powder in an' cooked it, they never would
A white boy did it, showed how to get it
The man's high 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 used to her, now the bitch smell like throw up

I'm tellin' the truth
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

They gave you the to start flippin' your sack
You your money, it's sittin' in stacks
You bought you some for niggaz who jack
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 leagues, AKs from 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 baller out in sunny Los
Benzes, houses, young niggaz this

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

Whatchu need, homey, 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 automatic weapons
in the crowd an' keep steppin'
Read about it later, nigga got hit
Shot a 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, all that loud noise
Have your pistol on side like the cowboys

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

In a way, not your fault
You as fuck, that's why you got caught
You never get out an' I'm amazed
You shoulda opened up a biz an' bought some estate

I'm havin' money, niggaz like the military
Know how to cook it, package it an' get it
You get You coulda been a CPA
When you weigh yay, tell the DEA

It mine, I don't wanna do no time
They got the new laws havin' niggaz snitchin' an'
what 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 caught in a
Got probation, they can't us
I got two gat cases an' I still ain't to jail
They caught my little homey on the an' made him tell

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

set me up, man, it was a set up