Luyện nghe bài hát The Set Up

Q.B. 1933
To nine-six motherfucker
the shit

Nine-six, 600

the shit
My mindset, son got wet
I'm vexed
They snatched off his Rolex, his bitch silly
Why niggas acting illy word to he bout to feel it
I feel it, he shoulda been with it
Them niggas they put to much flour in their coke
And got the nerve to wonder why broke
While we was gleaming, was scheming
Seen the ill Beamers
Triple-beam and doubling cream, had em
To get fingers on the dosa, I called Sosa
these niggas hit the God bring the toaster
Meet me in the I'm bout to go loca
my rat beggin me to stay and stroke her
He came through two fly bitches, Venus and Vicious
With two macs the Volvo, what up God, I'm still sober
I need some Henn to me over
My nigga Hav gotta
It's down, it's going down kid
I he might not live, I'm holding back tears
these broads to put it in gear
With two females that don't smile digging they yo
Whattup son, these done started something wild
You the clique well, Ramel with the gold in his grill
Tried to get a name holding the
I paid to the females
Maintained bitches when it get
Sos' pulled me close and me the deal
He said hoes'll peel
Spray shots and reload and handle the wheel
Point em out smoke a then chill
I layed back Escobar status, knowing The Firm got it
We on it, we was born with

the lye, QBC yo it's do or die
In this, business and
I finesse this, for R.D., we shit
Perfect shit, Albert minds connect wit
Dangerous sons, step let the tech lift
Lift you up, you with a shorty then we set you up
Spark the lye, QBC yo do or die
In this, business and
We finesse this, for RD, we chef
Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect
sons, step back let the tech lift
Lift you up, you wit a shorty then we set you up

Hold it right there over
That nigga right there inside the
I knew he'd be here, I told you
Let's get him now, look at him smile, ice
Polo pullover, big links and rocking
He's stunting, after he left my man that
a fair chance to fight back, but I'll be right back
He never seen us, Sos' gave the mac to
And Vicious, lookin delicious, yo' bidness
And step to him, shake ass try to screw him
Do what ya do to get to him
A tight parasuco, with young
Can niggas Buttafuco, of all ages, they was amused
By the way walked, way they talked
Only if they these girls'd spray New York
If they had to, heard him ask Venus, could I you
He jumped out a Jeep, heard her tell him grab boo
started chatting, was only bout a minute, flat when
They jumped in the back of the Jeep
We followed pollying, he thought the hoes were Somalian
Probably to hit the Holiday Inn
I grabbed the phone and called the and them
We layed low about a or so these bitches movin too slow
We both holding, what if wild hoes started folding
Sosa, said say no more, we started
Before we got in must have shot him, security wildin
There the go, hurry up we out in
The 940, me Sosa and two
The punk niggas got in the orgy

the lye, QBC yo it's do or die
In this, business and
I this, for R.D., we chef shit
Perfect shit, Albert minds connect wit
Dangerous sons, step back let the tech
Lift you up, you with a shorty then we set you up

QBC, motherfucker
Roping up
Cause our is thick
Another day another
More money, more
this shit, Q.B. up in the house