Luyện nghe bài hát Put On Tha Set

I got put on the set, smokin Jacks in a shack
with my nigga Coolio, got me to' the back
as a UFO, standin in my drawers
in the hall, to the walls
Now a spooked, umm
voice* 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 I'm buzzed
cause I'm on the TV but the TV's
Damn, this shit is like the Zone
*sings Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na; I'm blowed!
now I'm havin illusions, illusions
of me on channel eleven on a and white tube and
and the Gene are one of mine show
Hangin Sinead and they sippin on the four-oh
Now I know I'm *Martin Lawrence voice* Oh my goodness!
Let me the TV and
Dizamn! Once there I go
But this it's 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 you ever seen
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 when yo' ass is I'm wet
Look, look, way up in the sky everybody
look, look, and you'll find me flyin
So there I was, in front of the set mesmerized
off the scenery right before me eyes
High as a motherfucker was I to do?
Cause now the has got me thinkin I'm on channel two
Peep it -- like the bi-on-ic man I'm out of control
and now I see myself on Patrol
Runnin the Feds tryin to make my get away
but *singin* nowhere to run, ba-bay
And now from this drama I needed a rest
So I went on channel four so I can catch my
Now who's this after five minutes of there
I met this motherfucker named the Fresh of Bel Air
Yeah this nigga was funny I admit it
but his Uncle and his cousin was straight bitches
Them niggaz was cock blockin, bout killin me
I told em I wanted to fuck the shit out of Hillary, ooh
Now what's a trip to fantasy, all I know
is she was lookin sportin them t-shirt and panties, huh
I can't believe this shit, I'm wet
Fuck tricks, my mind is playin dipsticks, I'm on the set

Still blowed from the chemicals I'm was it worth it
like Slick Rick now Dub C is scared and I'm nervous
Cause now the TV's changin by itself, uh-oh
Cause now I see on channel nine on the Gladiators
I'm on a rope with a gauge
Boom, bang bang, you niggaz can't
Fuck a fool, I had them buff bitches runnin
Mass confusion now I hear one-time
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 I found myself on Good Times
Here was me and this nigga J.J.
Out on a double date, just on Kool-Aid
Now umm, ain't no for me to pretenda
like my was all that like J.J.'s boo-boo Belinda
yo, but she had a ass like Thelma, like Walona
Drunk off the Mad Dog I fucked and boned her
Like J.J. the was dy-no-mite though
I must the hoe had a mug as ugly as Flo'
I'm on tha set