Luyện nghe bài hát Set Up

One, two, one, two, three,

we got the crack, then we got the gats
Then they all the laws, it was a set up
all the young homies 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 the crack they was smokin' fat
They called it 'Freebase' an' rich did that

It's all good but in the hood
Put powder in water an' cooked it, never would
A white boy did it, niggaz how to get it
The rich high got the ghetto addicted

It used to be expensive, that ten shit
Turnin' out cute bitches that was innocent
Five later, she to' up from the flo' up
used to kiss 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 it, if you choose, you lose
It was a set up, got everybody the blues

They gave you the to start flippin' your sack
You makin' your money, it's in stacks
You you some gats for niggaz who jack
Put a 50 in the crib, motherfucker, bag

Somebody died, you're to war
You got a lot of an' you want some more
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 Rick got his dope the CIA
A new of baller out in sunny Los Angeles
Benzes, houses, young niggaz this

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

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

Now where in the did the guns come from?
They to put 'em up an' say, You want some?
Now you get shot, makin' all loud noise
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 with the
At the dealer, spend a hundred thousand cash
You feelin' like a hoe, money comin' out ass

In a way, it's not your
You stupid as fuck, why you got caught
You never get out an' I'm amazed
You shoulda opened up a biz an' bought real estate

I'm havin' money, strapped like 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 ain't mine, I don't do no time
They got the new laws havin' niggaz snitchin' an'
what we do, y'all, we gotta 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 been to jail
They caught my little homey on the hill an' made him

He told about the murders an' the whole
I like the slave on a plantation
Now I'm stuck in an' don't wanna stay
I wish I was a kid so I go out an' play

set me up, man, it was a set up