Luyện nghe bài hát Set Up

One, two, one, two, three,

we got the crack, then we got the gats
Then they all the laws, it was a set up
Lockin' all the homies up
'em all shot dead in the streets, straight set up

I remember when the world went
Crack cocaine hit the streets in the
Right before the crack they was fat
They called it 'Freebase' an' folks did that

It's all but nobody in the hood
Put in water an' cooked it, they never would
A boy did it, showed niggaz how to get it
The rich man's high got the ghetto

It used to be expensive, fuck ten shit
Turnin' out little bitches that was innocent
Five later, she to' up from the flo' up
Niggaz used to kiss her, now the bitch smell throw up

I'm tellin' the truth
The man had a plan that was the youth
You can smoke it or sell it, if you choose, you
It was a set up, got everybody singin' the

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

Somebody died, goin' to war
You got a lot of straps an' you want some
You in the little leagues, AKs from the Middle
Guns an' coke, you get a piece?

It was a set up, what the O.G.'s say
I heard Rick got his dope the CIA
A new kind of out in sunny Los Angeles
Benzes, houses, young niggaz this

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 Santa

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'
Read about it later, wrong got hit
a gangster in the leg but you killed a little kid

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

'Cause you can make a lot of money you sellin' dope
Sell your to the Devil, say, To hell with the Pope
At the Benz dealer, a hundred thousand cash
You feelin' like a hoe, 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 opened up a biz an' bought real estate

I'm havin' money, niggaz strapped like the
Know how to cook it, package it an' get it
You get You coulda been a CPA
When you that yay, tell the DEA

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

I got a felony, I was caught in a
Got probation, they stop us
I got two gat cases an' I still ain't been to
They caught my little homey on the hill an' made him

He told the murders an' the whole operation
I feel like the on a plantation
Now I'm in here an' don't wanna stay
I wish I was a kid so I go out an' play

set me up, man, it was a set up