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 shot in the streets, straight set up

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

It's all good but nobody in the
Put powder in water an' cooked it, they would
A boy did it, showed 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 was innocent
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 was killin' the youth
You can it or sell 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

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
Guns an' coke, you get a piece?

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

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

Whatchu need, homey, need? 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 your automatic
Shoot in the crowd an' steppin'
about it later, wrong nigga got hit
Shot a in the leg but you killed a little kid

Now where in the fuck did the guns come
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 like 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 amazed
You shoulda opened up a biz an' bought some real

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

It mine, I don't wanna do no time
got the new laws havin' niggaz snitchin' an' lyin'
'Cause what we do, y'all, we gotta get our own
I'm cool on the coke, I want 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 caught my little on the hill an' made him tell

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

set me up, man, it was a set up