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, standin in my
in the hall, to the walls
Now a spooked, umm
*Snagglepuss Heavens to merkatroids, I'm looped!
I'm tripping! voice* Nigga what do I see?
It's me, that Dub C on the TV
Now I know I'm
I'm on the TV but the TV's unplugged
Damn, this is like the Twilight Zone
theme* Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na; I'm blowed!
Cause now I'm illusions, illusions
of me on channel eleven on a black and tube and
Mack and the Gene are one of mine
Hangin with Sinead and they on the four-oh
Now I know I'm trippin *Martin Lawrence Oh my goodness!
Let me the TV and
Dizamn! again there I go
But this time channel thirteen on Arsenio
I'm smokin a wet one on the
up a fat middle finger to the crowd
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 in front of the set; I'm wet
Ain't no escapin yo' ass is wet; I'm wet
Look, look, way up in the sky just
look, look, and you'll find me high
So there I was, standin in front of the set
Kickin off the scenery right before me
High as a motherfucker was I to do?
Cause now the yerm has got me I'm on channel two
Peep it -- bip-bip-bip the bi-on-ic man I'm out of control
and now I see on Highway Patrol
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 channel so I can catch my breath
Now who's this after five minutes of there
I met this named the Fresh Prince of Bel Air
Yeah this nigga was funny I admit it
but his Uncle and his cousin was straight bitches
Them was cock blockin, talkin 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 the chemicals I'm askin was it worth 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 on channel nine on the Gladiators
I'm swingin on a rope a gauge
Boom, bang bang, you niggaz can't
Fuck a obstacle fool, I had them buff bitches
Mass confusion now I one-time comin
So I swing to the exit, off and jetted
God mama kept the baby gat ready
I left all bitches behind, til I got to channel fifty-two
and there I found on Good Times
was me and this nigga named J.J.
Out on a double date, just on Kool-Aid
Now umm, ain't no for me to pretenda
like my date was all that like J.J.'s 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 pussy was dy-no-mite
I admit the hoe had a mug as ugly as Flo'
I'm on tha set