Luyện nghe bài hát Set Up

One, two, one, two, three,

we got the crack, then we got the gats
Then changed 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
cocaine hit the streets in the '80s
Right the crack they was smokin' fat
They called it 'Freebase' an' rich did that

It's all but nobody in the hood
Put powder in water an' cooked it, they never
A boy did it, showed niggaz how to get it
The rich high got the ghetto addicted

It to be expensive, fuck that ten shit
Turnin' out cute little bitches was innocent
Five years later, she to' up from the up
Niggaz used to kiss her, now the smell like throw up

I'm tellin' the truth
The man had a plan that was killin' the
You can smoke it or sell it, if you choose, you
It was a set up, got everybody the blues

gave you the crack to start flippin' your sack
You makin' your money, it's in stacks
You bought you some gats for niggaz who
Put a 50 in the crib, motherfucker, bag

Somebody died, goin' to war
You got a lot of straps an' you some more
You in the little leagues, AKs the Middle East
Guns an' coke, you get a piece?

It was a set up, what the O.G.'s say
I heard Rick got his dope the CIA
A new kind of baller out in sunny Los
Benzes, houses, young havin' this

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

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 your weapons
Shoot in the crowd an' keep
about it later, wrong nigga got hit
Shot a in the leg but you killed a little kid

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

you can make a lot of money when you sellin' dope
Sell your soul to the Devil, say, To hell with the
At the dealer, spend a hundred thousand cash
You like a hoe, money comin' out your ass

In a way, it's not your
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 money, niggaz strapped like the military
Know how to it, package it an' get it there
You get paid? You coulda a CPA
When you that yay, tell the DEA

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

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

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

set me up, man, it was a set up