Luyện nghe bài hát Set The Mood

Now it (sup? )
Let me set the mood here aight? (yeah cool)
We gonna, set it off with in-dee-dee, dee-dee-dee,
(yeah that's right) you
La-la-la-la-ladies and all that
(that's ladies first)
So peep it - you see girl
Who been mad shit about you
So I want you to get it a little bit
I want you to cru-cru-cru-crush ? ?

I was sittin on my lunchbreak, my teeth
It's the last day of the week, man a relief
My are sore as hell, I felt rigid and stiff
So I turned around and I rolled this big fat
That's I seen her, steppin out a rented yellow beemer
This ghetto fame rap cat her name was tina
She was braggin she was on tour
The same shit she was screamin since the year
Ever since the de la video, she seen me on the tv
that she was holdin a grudge and tryin to see me
Workin circuits and mad cyphers of people
When she asked who was ill, all she got was
She wanna battle (what? ) and it wasn't to tell
All that I was thinkin bout was to smoke my l
I had hours left and I was tired as hell
Plus it was 12:55 time for the bell
She had an ill screwface mug, frontin she know joe
Gangsta bitch profile, like allegro
Forty-below timbos, fatigues
all her money out her pocket while she's braggin
On her gold fronts with her on it
Her ice finger hand g-low while she claim fame on it
I peeped the stee' - then I crushed her with
Just for interruptin me I was rollin my trees

(whoo!)
That was bla-bla-bla, bla-blaze! (word)
Now we gon' se-se-set, this one up
For my man mercenary (aight aight yo do this)
(whassup? ) yo, I don't want you to it like
A or nuttin (aight)
I want-want, want want-want
Want you to come on some rhy-rhy-rhyme
Rhy-rhy, shit - rip a nigga in his ass!
And let him how we do it, y-y-y'know?

Now maseo puff cheeba, rich sniff lines
David j the whip while candy cal pull dimes
And me right behind, with the shorty her math
To do the routine and just, tap that ass
Still the one who kill wackness, man I left niggaz crippled
Had em all soft to hard back to like a nipple
My +art is official+ while art-ificial
Break you down to your very last
Let me enlighten you, your third eye's on dim
Me gettin taken out is rare like a from rakim
See I'm remarkable, you're bull
Last name shit, y'all need to quit
your mitt, and catch this
I autograph word you bit
? ? testify then? ? your picture
Got an infinity of to hit ya
While your whole is blam
Understand that you be smokin pounds of weed out of a pipe
And mistook your munchies, for bein for the mic
And now you have to with these cats who's truly right
Like estates with a pit on the lawn bark at the
Put the entire plate in your face
Make the point like that on that joint? it's me
I'm in you see like ? ? , yo I'm in demand
I'm in the man I'm in your hand
Bein bought, I'm even in the from your girl
The only thing you're in is in
Your be smashed
Run against the won and be last
that call for alcohol, depletin your cash

That's how you supposed to get in ass
know-know-know, know-know, know-know dat!

{*ghost weed skit 2