Luyện nghe bài hát Set Up

One, two, one, two, three,

First we got the crack, 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 the crack they was smokin' fat
They called it 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 man's high got the ghetto addicted

It used to be expensive, that ten shit
out cute little bitches that was innocent
Five later, she to' up from the flo' up
Niggaz used to kiss her, now the smell 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 your 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 straps an' you some more
You in the leagues, AKs from the Middle East
Guns an' coke, you wanna get a

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 sunny Los
Benzes, houses, young niggaz havin'

Oakland got a an' all over the place
Detroit to Miami, they was rollin'
Down to I-75, whatchu need in
White Christmas, a bag of dope 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 automatic weapons
Shoot in the crowd an' keep
Read about it later, wrong got hit
Shot a gangster in the leg but you killed a kid

Now where in the did the guns come from?
They used to put 'em up an' say, You some?
Now you get shot, makin' all that loud
Have your on your side like the cowboys

you can make a lot of money when you sellin' 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, comin' out your ass

In a way, it's not fault
You stupid as fuck, why you got caught
You get out an' I'm still amazed
You opened up a biz an' bought some real estate

I'm havin' money, niggaz strapped like the
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 wanna do no time
They got the new laws havin' snitchin' an' lyin'
'Cause what we do, y'all, we get our own hustle
I'm cool on the coke, I don't no trouble

I got a felony, I was in a bust
Got probation, they stop us
I got two gat cases an' I still been to jail
They caught my little homey on the hill an' made him

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 wish I was a kid so I could go out an'

set me up, man, it was a set up