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

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

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

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

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

They you the crack to start flippin' your sack
You makin' money, it's sittin' in stacks
You bought you 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 leagues, AKs from the Middle East
Guns an' coke, you 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 out in sunny Los Angeles
Benzes, houses, young niggaz this

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

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

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

Now where in the did the guns come from?
used to put 'em up an' say, You want some?
Now you get shot, makin' all that loud
Have your pistol on your side 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, a hundred thousand cash
You feelin' like a hoe, comin' out your ass

In a way, it's not your
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 estate

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

It ain't mine, I don't do no time
They got the new laws havin' snitchin' an' lyin'
'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 cases an' I still been to jail
They caught my little homey on the hill an' him tell

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