Luyện nghe bài hát Set Up

One, two, one, two, three,

First we got the crack, we got the gats
they changed all the laws, it was a set up
Lockin' all the young up
Gettin' 'em all shot dead in the streets, set up

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

all good but nobody in the hood
Put powder in water an' it, they never would
A white boy did it, showed 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 to kiss her, now the bitch smell like throw up

I'm tellin' the truth
The man had a plan that was killin' the
You can smoke it or sell it, if you choose, you
It was a set up, got everybody singin' the

They gave you the crack to start flippin' sack
You makin' money, it's 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 some
You in the little leagues, AKs from the East
Guns an' coke, you wanna get a

It was a set up, what 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
to Miami, they was rollin' case
Down to I-75, whatchu need in
White Christmas, a bag of dope like Santa

Whatchu need, homey, 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
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 loud noise
your pistol on your side like the cowboys

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

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

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

It mine, I don't wanna do no time
They got the new laws havin' niggaz an' lyin'
'Cause what we do, y'all, we get our own hustle
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 still ain't to jail
They caught my little homey on the hill an' made him

He told about the murders an' the operation
I like 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