Luyện nghe bài hát Set Up

One, two, one, two, three,

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

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

It's all good but in the hood
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 that ten
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

What? I'm tellin' the
The man had a that was killin' the youth
You can smoke it or 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' money, it's sittin' in stacks
You bought you gats for niggaz who jack
Put a 50 in the crib, motherfucker, bag

Somebody died, goin' to war
You got a lot of straps an' you want some
You in the leagues, AKs from the Middle 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 Los Angeles
Benzes, houses, young havin' this

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

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

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

Now where in the fuck did the come from?
They to put 'em up an' say, You want some?
Now you get shot, makin' all loud noise
Have pistol on your side like the cowboys

'Cause you can make a lot of money when you dope
Sell soul to the Devil, say, To hell with the Pope
At the Benz dealer, a hundred thousand cash
You feelin' like a hoe, money comin' out 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 strapped like the
how to cook it, package it an' get it there
You get You coulda been a CPA
you weigh that yay, tell the DEA

It ain't mine, I don't do no time
They got the new havin' niggaz snitchin' an' lyin'
what we do, y'all, we gotta get our own hustle
I'm cool on the coke, I want no trouble

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

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

set me up, man, it was a set up