Luyện nghe bài hát Set Up

One, two, one, two, three,

First we got the crack, then we got the
they changed all the laws, it was a set up
Lockin' all the homies up
Gettin' 'em all shot in the streets, straight set up

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

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

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

What? I'm the truth
The man had a plan was killin' the youth
You can it or sell it, if you choose, you lose
It was a set up, got everybody singin' the

They gave you the crack to start flippin' your
You makin' your money, it's in stacks
You bought you some 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 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 out in sunny Los Angeles
Benzes, houses, young havin' this

Oakland got a taste an' all over the
Detroit to Miami, they was rollin'
Down to I-75, 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

Don't look in his eyes, use your weapons
Shoot in the an' keep steppin'
Read about it later, nigga got hit
a gangster in the leg but you killed a little kid

Now where in the fuck did the guns from?
They 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 to the Devil, say, To hell with the Pope
At the Benz dealer, spend a hundred thousand
You like a hoe, money comin' out your ass

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

I'm money, niggaz strapped like the military
Know how to 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 havin' niggaz snitchin' an'
'Cause we do, y'all, we gotta get our own hustle
I'm on the coke, I don't want no trouble

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

He told about the murders an' the operation
I feel like the on a plantation
Now I'm stuck in here an' don't stay
I wish I was a kid so I could go out an'

set me up, man, it was a set up