Luyện nghe bài hát Set Up

One, two, one, two, three,

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

I remember the world 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 but nobody in the hood
Put in water an' cooked it, they never would
A boy did it, showed niggaz how to get it
The rich high got the ghetto addicted

It used to be expensive, fuck that ten
Turnin' out little bitches that was innocent
years later, she to' up from the flo' up
Niggaz used to kiss her, now the smell like throw up

What? I'm the truth
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 crack to start flippin' your
You makin' your money, sittin' in stacks
You bought you 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
an' coke, you wanna 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 this

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

need, homey, whatchu need? It was a set up
I got need, baby, I got whatever you need
You got the money, I got the

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

Now where in the did the guns come from?
They used to put 'em up an' say, You some?
Now you get shot, all that loud noise
Have your pistol on your 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, a hundred thousand cash
You feelin' a hoe, money 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 amazed
You shoulda opened up a biz an' some real estate

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

It mine, I don't wanna do no time
They got the new laws havin' snitchin' an' lyin'
'Cause 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 in a bust
Got probation, they stop us
I got two gat an' I still ain't been to jail
They caught my little homey on the hill an' him tell

He told the murders an' the whole 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