Luyện nghe bài hát Set Up

One, two, one, two, three,

we got the crack, then we got the gats
Then they 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 the world went crazy
Crack cocaine hit the streets in the
Right the crack they was smokin' fat
They it 'Freebase' an' rich folks did that

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

It used to be expensive, fuck that ten
Turnin' out little 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 tellin' the
The man had a plan that was killin' the
You can it or sell it, if you choose, you lose
It was a set up, got everybody the blues

They gave you the crack to flippin' your sack
You makin' your money, sittin' in stacks
You bought you some gats for who jack
Put a 50 in the crib, motherfucker, bag

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

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

Oakland got a taste an' all the place
Detroit to Miami, they was rollin'
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 look in his eyes, use your 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 come
used to put 'em up an' say, You want some?
Now you get shot, makin' all that loud
your pistol on your side like the cowboys

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

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

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

It ain't mine, I don't wanna do no
They got the new laws niggaz snitchin' an' lyin'
'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 in a bust
Got probation, can't stop us
I got two gat cases an' I ain't been to jail
They my little homey on the hill an' made him tell

He about the murders an' the whole operation
I feel the slave on a plantation
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