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
Lockin' all the young up
Gettin' 'em all dead 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
called it 'Freebase' an' rich folks did that

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

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

They gave you the to start flippin' your sack
You makin' your money, it's sittin' in
You you some 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 little leagues, AKs from the East
an' coke, you wanna 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 of baller out in sunny Los Angeles
Benzes, houses, niggaz havin' this

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

Whatchu need, homey, whatchu 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 an' keep steppin'
Read about it later, wrong got hit
Shot a gangster in the leg but you a little kid

Now where in the fuck did the guns from?
They used to put 'em up an' say, You want
Now you get shot, makin' all that noise
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 with the
At the Benz dealer, spend a hundred thousand
You feelin' a hoe, money comin' 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 amazed
You shoulda opened up a biz an' bought real estate

I'm money, niggaz strapped like the military
how to cook it, package it an' get it there
You get paid? You coulda a CPA
When you that yay, tell the DEA

It ain't mine, I don't do no time
got the new laws havin' niggaz snitchin' an' lyin'
'Cause what we do, y'all, we gotta get our own
I'm cool on the coke, I don't want no

I got a felony, I was caught in a
Got probation, they stop us
I got two gat cases an' I ain't been to jail
They caught my little homey on the an' made him tell

He told about the an' the whole operation
I feel the slave on a plantation
Now I'm stuck in here an' wanna stay
I wish I was a kid so I could go out an'

set me up, man, it was a set up