Luyện nghe bài hát Put On Tha Set

I got put on the set, smokin Jimmy 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
*Snagglepuss voice* to merkatroids, I'm looped!
I'm tripping! *normal voice* what do I see?
me, that nigga Dub C on the TV
Now I know I'm
cause I'm on the TV but the TV's
Damn, this is like the Twilight Zone
theme* Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na; I'm blowed!
Cause now I'm havin illusions,
of me on eleven on a black and white tube and
Mack and the are one of mine show
Hangin with Sinead and they sippin on the
Now I know I'm trippin *Martin Lawrence Oh my goodness!
Let me the TV and
Dizamn! Once there I go
But this it's channel thirteen on Arsenio
I'm a wet one on the couch
Givin up a fat middle finger to the
I'm faded, but not in a way in which you ever
the side effects, yeah, I'm on the set
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Asshole naked standin in front of the I'm wet
Ain't no when yo' ass is wet; I'm wet
Look, look, way up in the sky just
look, look, and find me flyin high
So there I was, standin in of the set mesmerized
Kickin off the scenery right me eyes
High as a motherfucker was I to do?
Cause now the yerm has got me thinkin I'm on two
it -- bip-bip-bip like the bi-on-ic man I'm out of control
and now I see myself on Patrol
Runnin from the Feds tryin to my get away
but *singin* nowhere to run, ba-bay
And now from this drama I needed a rest
So I went on channel four so I can catch my
Now who's after five minutes of bein there
I met motherfucker named the Fresh Prince of Bel Air
Yeah this nigga was funny I must it
but his Uncle and his cousin Carlton was bitches
Them niggaz was cock blockin, bout killin me
cause I em I wanted to fuck the shit out of Hillary, ooh
Now what's a trip to fantasy, all I know
is she was good sportin them t-shirt and panties, huh
I can't believe shit, nigga I'm wet
tricks, my mind is playin with dipsticks, I'm on the set

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