Luyện nghe bài hát Put On Tha Set

I got put on the set, Jimmy Jacks in a shack
with my nigga Coolio, got me to' the fuck
High as a UFO, standin in my
in the hall, talkin to the
Now a spooked, umm
voice* Heavens to merkatroids, I'm looped!
I'm tripping! voice* Nigga what do I see?
me, that nigga Dub C on the TV
Now I I'm buzzed
I'm on the TV but the TV's unplugged
Damn, shit is like the Twilight Zone
*sings theme* Na-na-na-na, I'm blowed!
Cause now I'm havin illusions,
of me on channel eleven on a and white tube and
and the Gene are one of mine show
Hangin with Sinead and sippin on the four-oh
Now I know I'm trippin *Martin voice* Oh my goodness!
Let me the TV and
Dizamn! Once again I go
But this it's channel thirteen on Arsenio
I'm smokin a wet one on the
Givin up a fat middle finger to the
I'm faded, but not in a way in which you ever
peep the effects, yeah, I'm on the set
*singers*
Asshole standin in front of the set; I'm wet
Ain't no escapin yo' ass is wet; I'm wet
Look, look, way up in the sky just
look, look, and you'll me flyin high
So there I was, standin in of the set mesmerized
Kickin off the scenery before me eyes
as a motherfucker what was I to do?
Cause now the yerm has got me I'm on channel two
Peep it -- bip-bip-bip like the man I'm out of control
and now I see myself on Highway
Runnin from the Feds to make my get away
but there's nowhere to run, ba-bay
And now exhausted from drama I needed a rest
So I went on channel four so I can my breath
Now who's after five minutes of bein there
I met this named the Fresh Prince of Bel Air
Yeah this nigga was funny I admit it
but his Uncle and his cousin Carlton was bitches
Them niggaz was cock blockin, talkin killin me
I told em I wanted to fuck the shit out of Hillary, ooh
Now what's a realer trip to fantasy, all I
is she was lookin sportin them t-shirt and panties, huh
I believe this shit, nigga I'm wet
Fuck tricks, my mind is with dipsticks, I'm on the set

Still blowed from the chemicals I'm askin was it it
Cause like Rick now Dub C is scared and I'm nervous
Cause now the changin by itself, uh-oh danger
Cause now I see myself on nine on the Gladiators
I'm swingin on a rope with a
Boom, bang, you niggaz can't hang
a obstacle fool, I had them buff bitches runnin
Mass now I hear one-time comin
So I swing to the exit, off and jetted
Thank God mama kept the gat ready
I left all them bitches behind, til I got to fifty-two
and there I found myself on Times
was me and this nigga named J.J.
Out on a double date, just on Kool-Aid
Now umm, ain't no for me to pretenda
like my date was all that like J.J.'s boo-boo
yo, but she had a ass like Thelma, like Walona
Drunk off the Mad Dog I fucked and boned her
Like J.J. the pussy was though
I must admit the hoe had a mug as ugly as
I'm on tha set