Luyện nghe bài hát Put On Tha Set

I got put on the set, Jimmy Jacks in a shack
my nigga Coolio, got me to' the fuck back
High as a UFO, in my drawers
in the hall, to the walls
Now a spooked, umm
voice* Heavens to merkatroids, I'm looped!
I'm tripping! *normal Nigga what do I see?
It's me, that Dub C on the TV
Now I know I'm
I'm on the TV but the TV's unplugged
Damn, this shit is the Twilight Zone
theme* Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na; I'm blowed!
Cause now I'm illusions, illusions
of me on channel eleven on a black and white and
Mack and the Gene are one of show
Hangin with Sinead and sippin on the four-oh
Now I know I'm trippin *Martin voice* Oh my goodness!
Let me the TV and
Dizamn! Once there I go
But this time it's channel thirteen on
I'm smokin a wet one on the
Givin up a fat finger to the crowd
I'm faded, but not in a way in which you ever
peep the effects, yeah, I'm on the set
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Asshole naked standin in of the set; I'm wet
Ain't no when yo' ass is wet; I'm wet
Look, look, way up in the sky everybody
look, look, and you'll me flyin high
So there I was, standin in of the set mesmerized
off the scenery right before me eyes
High as a motherfucker was I to do?
Cause now the has got me thinkin I'm on channel two
Peep it -- bip-bip-bip like the man I'm out of control
and now I see myself on Patrol
Runnin from the tryin to make my get away
but there's nowhere to run, ba-bay
And now exhausted from this I needed a rest
So I on channel four so I can catch my breath
Now who's this after five minutes of bein
I met this motherfucker named the Fresh of Bel Air
Yeah nigga was funny I must admit it
but his Uncle and his cousin Carlton was straight
Them niggaz was cock blockin, talkin killin me
cause I told em I wanted to the shit out of Hillary, ooh
Now what's a realer trip to fantasy, all I
is she was lookin good sportin them and panties, huh
I believe this shit, nigga I'm wet
tricks, my mind is playin with dipsticks, I'm on the set

Still blowed from the I'm askin was it worth it
Cause Slick Rick now Dub C is scared and I'm nervous
Cause now the TV's by itself, uh-oh danger
now I see myself on channel nine on the Gladiators
I'm swingin on a rope a gauge
Boom, bang bang, you can't hang
Fuck a fool, I had them buff bitches runnin
Mass now I hear one-time comin
So I swing to the exit, jumped off and
God mama kept the baby gat ready
I left all them bitches behind, til I got to channel
and I found myself on Good Times
Here was me and nigga named J.J.
Out on a date, just sippin on Kool-Aid
Now umm, no need for me to pretenda
my date was all that like J.J.'s boo-boo Belinda
yo, but she had a ass like Thelma, titties Walona
Drunk off the Mad Dog I fucked and boned her
Like J.J. the pussy was dy-no-mite
I admit the hoe had a mug as ugly as Flo'
I'm on tha set