Luyện nghe bài hát Set Up

One, two, one, two, three,

First we got the crack, then we got the
Then changed all the laws, it was a set up
all the young homies up
Gettin' 'em all shot dead in the streets, set up

I remember when the went crazy
Crack cocaine hit the streets in the
before the crack they was smokin' fat
They it 'Freebase' an' rich folks did that

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

It used to be expensive, 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 bitch smell throw up

What? I'm the truth
The man had a plan was killin' the youth
You can smoke it or it, if you choose, you lose
It was a set up, got everybody the blues

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

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

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

Oakland got a taste an' all the place
to Miami, they was rollin' case
Down to I-75, whatchu need in
White Christmas, a bag full of like Santa

Whatchu need, homey, whatchu It was a set up
I got whatchu need, baby, I got whatever you
You got the money, I got the

Don't in his eyes, use your automatic weapons
Shoot in the crowd an' steppin'
Read it later, wrong nigga got hit
Shot a gangster in the leg but you a little kid

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

'Cause you can make a lot of when you sellin' dope
Sell your soul to the Devil, say, To hell with the
At the dealer, spend a hundred thousand cash
You feelin' 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 up a biz an' bought some real estate

I'm havin' money, strapped like the military
Know how to cook it, it an' get it there
You get You coulda been a CPA
When you weigh that yay, the DEA

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

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

He told about the murders an' the operation
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