Luyện nghe bài hát The Set Up

Q.B. 1933
To nine-six motherfucker
Check the

Nine-six, 600

the shit
My mindset, son got wet
I'm really
They snatched off his Rolex, his bitch silly
Why niggas acting illy word to Will he bout to it
I feel it, he shoulda dealt with it
Them niggas sour they put to much flour in coke
And got the nerve to wonder why they're
While we was gleaming, was scheming
Seen the ill beaming
Triple-beam and cream, had em fiending
To get they on the dosa, I called Sosa
Sosa these niggas hit the God the toaster
Meet me in the I'm bout to go loca
Left my rat beggin me to stay and her
He through with two fly bitches, Venus and Vicious
With two macs inside the Volvo, what up God, I'm still
I need Henn to bend me over
My nigga Hav soldier
It's getting down, going down kid
I heard he not live, I'm holding back tears
these broads to put it in gear
With two females that don't digging they style yo
Whattup son, these niggas started something wild
You know the clique well, with the gold in his grill
to get a name holding the steel
I paid attention to the
Maintained when it get real
Sos' pulled me and told me the deal
He said both peel
shots and reload and still handle the wheel
Point em out a Phil' then chill
I back Escobar status, knowing The Firm got it cornered
We on it, shit we was born

the lye, QBC yo it's do or die
In this, and trifeness
I finesse this, for R.D., we shit
Perfect shit, Einstein minds connect wit
Dangerous sons, step back let the lift
Lift you up, bless you with a shorty we set you up
Spark the lye, QBC yo do or die
In this, and trifeness
We this, for RD, we chef shit
Perfect shit, Albert minds connect with
Dangerous sons, back let the tech lift
Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty we set you up

Hold it right there over
That nigga right inside the Rover
I he'd be right here, I told you
get him now, look at him smile, ice Bulova
Polo pullover, big links and rocking
He's stunting, he left my man like that
Without a chance to fight back, but I'll be right back
He never seen us, Sos' gave the mac to
And Vicious, lookin delicious, yo' bidness
And to him, shake your ass try to screw him
Do ya gotta do to get to him
A tight parasuco, with faces
Can turn niggas Buttafuco, of all ages, was amused
By the way walked, way they talked
Only if they knew these girls'd spray New
If had to, heard him ask Venus, could I have you
He jumped out a Jeep, heard her tell him don't boo
started chatting, was only bout a minute, flat when
They jumped in the back of the Jeep
We followed them pollying, he thought the hoes were
Probably to hit the Holiday Inn
I grabbed the and called the Mobb and them
We layed low about a hour or so these movin too slow
We both holding, what if them hoes started folding
Sosa, said say no more, we started
Before we got in they have shot him, security wildin
the girls go, hurry up we out in
The 940, me and two shorties
The niggas got murdered in the orgy

Spark the lye, QBC yo do or die
In this, business and
I this, for R.D., we chef shit
Perfect shit, Albert minds connect wit
Dangerous sons, back let the tech lift
Lift you up, bless you with a then we set you up

QBC, motherfucker
Roping up
Cause our clique is
Another day another
More money, murder
Fuck shit, Q.B. up in the house