Luyện nghe bài hát The Set Up

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

Nine-six, 600

Check the
My mindset, son got wet
I'm vexed
They off his Rolex, smacked his bitch silly
Why niggas acting illy to Will he bout to feel it
I it, he shoulda been dealt with it
Them niggas sour they put to much in their coke
And got the nerve to why they're broke
While we was gleaming, was scheming
Seen the ill Beamers
Triple-beam and cream, had em fiending
To get they fingers on the dosa, I called
Sosa these niggas hit the God the toaster
Meet me in the I'm bout to go loca
Left my rat beggin me to and stroke her
He through with two fly bitches, Venus and Vicious
two macs inside the Volvo, what up God, I'm still sober
I some Henn to bend me over
My Hav gotta soldier
It's getting down, it's going kid
I heard he might not live, I'm back tears
Told broads to put it in gear
two females that don't smile digging they style yo
Whattup son, these done started something wild
You know the clique well, Ramel with the in his grill
Tried to get a name holding the
I attention to the females
Maintained bitches when it get
Sos' me close and told me the deal
He said both hoes'll
Spray shots and and still handle the wheel
em out smoke a Phil' then chill
I layed back status, knowing The Firm got it cornered
We on it, we was born with

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

Hold it there pull over
That nigga right inside the Rover
I knew he'd be right here, I you
get him now, look at him smile, ice Bulova
Polo pullover, big links and boulders
stunting, after he left my man like that
Without a fair chance to back, but I'll be right back
He never us, Sos' gave the mac to Venus
And Vicious, lookin delicious, yo' bidness
And step to him, shake your ass try to him
Do ya gotta do to get to him
A tight parasuco, young faces
Can turn Buttafuco, of all ages, they was amused
By the way they walked, way they
Only if they knew girls'd spray New York
If they had to, heard him ask Venus, I have you
He jumped out a Jeep, heard her tell him don't boo
They chatting, was only bout a minute, flat when
They jumped in the back of the laughing
We followed them pollying, he thought the hoes were
wanted to hit the Holiday Inn
I the phone and called the Mobb and them
We layed low about a or so these bitches movin too slow
We both holding, if them wild hoes started folding
Sosa, said say no more, we rolling
Before we got in they must have shot him, wildin
There the go, hurry up we out in
The 940, me Sosa and two
The punk niggas got murdered in the

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

QBC, motherfucker
niggas up
Cause our clique is
Another day dollar
More money, murder
Fuck shit, Q.B. up in the house