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 dead in the streets, straight set up

I when the world went crazy
Crack cocaine hit the in the '80s
Right before the they was smokin' fat
They it 'Freebase' an' rich folks did that

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

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

I'm tellin' the truth
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 singin' the blues

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In a way, it's not your
You as fuck, that's why you got caught
You never get out an' I'm still
You shoulda opened up a biz an' some real estate

I'm havin' money, strapped like the military
how to cook it, package it an' get it there
You get paid? You been a CPA
you weigh that yay, tell the DEA

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

I got a felony, I was in a bust
Got probation, can't 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 about the murders an' the whole operation
I feel like the slave on a
Now I'm stuck in here an' don't wanna
I I was a kid so I could go out an' play

set me up, man, it was a set up