Luyện nghe bài hát Put On Tha Set

I got put on the set, smokin Jacks in a shack
my nigga Coolio, got me to' the fuck back
High as a UFO, in my drawers
in the hall, talkin to the
Now a spooked, umm
voice* Heavens to merkatroids, I'm looped!
I'm tripping! *normal voice* Nigga what do I
It's me, nigga Dub C on the TV
Now I I'm buzzed
I'm on the TV but the TV's unplugged
Damn, this shit is like the Twilight
theme* Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na; I'm blowed!
Cause now I'm havin illusions,
of me on channel eleven on a black and tube and
Mack and the are one of mine show
Hangin Sinead and they sippin on the four-oh
Now I know I'm trippin *Martin Lawrence Oh my goodness!
Let me the TV and
Dizamn! Once there I go
But this time it's thirteen on Arsenio
I'm a wet one on the couch
up a fat middle finger to the crowd
I'm faded, but not in a way in you ever seen
the side effects, yeah, I'm on the set
Chorus:
Asshole standin in front of the set; 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, in front of the set mesmerized
Kickin off the scenery before me eyes
High as a what was I to do?
Cause now the yerm has got me thinkin I'm on two
Peep it -- like the bi-on-ic man I'm out of control
and now I see myself on Highway
Runnin from the Feds tryin to make my get
but there's *singin* nowhere to run,
And now exhausted from this drama I a rest
So I went on four so I can catch my breath
Now who's this after minutes of bein there
I met this motherfucker named the Fresh of Bel Air
Yeah this was funny I must admit it
but his Uncle and his cousin Carlton was straight
Them niggaz was cock blockin, talkin bout me
cause I told em I wanted to fuck the out of Hillary, ooh
Now a realer trip to fantasy, all I know
is she was good sportin them t-shirt and panties, huh
I believe this shit, nigga I'm wet
Fuck tricks, my is playin with dipsticks, I'm on the set

Still blowed from the chemicals I'm askin was it it
Cause like Slick Rick now Dub C is and I'm nervous
now the TV's changin by itself, uh-oh danger
Cause now I see myself on nine on the Gladiators
I'm on a rope with a gauge
Boom, bang bang, you niggaz hang
Fuck a obstacle fool, I had buff bitches runnin
confusion now I hear one-time comin
So I to the exit, jumped off and jetted
Thank God mama the baby gat ready
I left all them behind, til I got to channel fifty-two
and there I found myself on Good
Here was me and this nigga J.J.
Out on a double date, 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 like
Drunk off the Mad Dog I fucked around and her
Like J.J. the was dy-no-mite though
I admit the hoe had a mug as ugly as Flo'
I'm on tha set