Luyện nghe bài hát Set Up

One, two, one, two, three,

First we got the crack, we got the gats
Then they all the laws, it was a set up
Lockin' all the young up
Gettin' 'em all shot in the streets, straight set up

I remember the world went crazy
cocaine hit the streets in the '80s
Right the crack they was smokin' fat
They called it 'Freebase' an' rich did that

It's all good but in the hood
Put in water an' cooked it, they never would
A white boy did it, niggaz how to get it
The man's high got the ghetto addicted

It used to be expensive, fuck 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 smell like 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

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

Somebody died, goin' 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, that's the O.G.'s say
I heard Rick got his from the CIA
A new kind of out in sunny Los Angeles
Benzes, houses, young niggaz this

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

need, homey, whatchu need? 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' keep
Read it later, wrong nigga got hit
a gangster in the leg but you killed a little kid

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

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

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

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

It ain't mine, I wanna do no time
They got the new laws niggaz snitchin' an' lyin'
'Cause we do, y'all, we gotta 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 can't 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 told the murders an' the whole operation
I feel like the on a plantation
Now I'm stuck in here an' don't stay
I wish I was a kid so I could go out an'

set me up, man, it was a set up