Luyện nghe bài hát Set Up

One, two, one, two, three,

First we got the crack, then we got the
Then 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 the world went crazy
cocaine hit the streets in the '80s
Right before the they was smokin' fat
They called it 'Freebase' an' rich did that

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

It used to be expensive, fuck ten shit
Turnin' out little bitches that was innocent
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 that was killin' the
You can smoke it or sell it, if you choose, you
It was a set up, got everybody the blues

They you the crack to start flippin' your sack
You makin' your money, it's 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 little leagues, AKs from the 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 dope the CIA
A new of baller out in sunny Los Angeles
Benzes, houses, young niggaz havin'

Oakland got a an' all over the place
Detroit to Miami, they was rollin'
Down to I-75, need in Atlanta
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 your automatic
in the crowd 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 used to put 'em up an' say, You some?
Now you get shot, makin' all that noise
Have your pistol on your side the cowboys

'Cause you can make a lot of money when you sellin'
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 never get out an' I'm still
You opened up a biz an' bought some real estate

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

It ain't mine, I don't wanna do no
They got the new laws niggaz snitchin' an' lyin'
'Cause what we do, y'all, we 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, they can't us
I got two gat cases an' I ain't been to jail
They my little homey on the hill an' made him tell

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

set me up, man, it was a set up