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
all the young homies up
Gettin' 'em all dead in the streets, straight set up

I when the world went crazy
Crack cocaine hit the streets in the
Right before the crack they was fat
They called it 'Freebase' an' rich folks did

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

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

What? I'm tellin' the
The man had a plan that was 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 start your sack
You makin' your money, it's sittin' in
You bought you some for niggaz who jack
Put a 50 in the crib, motherfucker, bag

Somebody died, goin' to war
You got a lot of straps an' you want more
You in the leagues, AKs from the Middle East
Guns an' coke, you wanna get a

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

Oakland got a taste an' all the place
Detroit to Miami, they was case
Down to I-75, whatchu in Atlanta
White Christmas, a bag full of like 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 automatic weapons
in the crowd an' keep 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, all that loud noise
Have your pistol on your side the cowboys

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

In a way, not your fault
You stupid as fuck, why you got caught
You get out an' I'm still amazed
You opened 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 paid? You coulda a CPA
When you weigh yay, tell the DEA

It ain't mine, I don't do no time
They got the new laws havin' niggaz snitchin' an'
'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 in a bust
Got probation, they stop us
I got two gat an' I still ain't been to jail
They caught my homey on the hill an' made him tell

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

set me up, man, it was a set up