Luyện nghe bài hát Put On Tha Set

I got put on the set, smokin Jimmy Jacks in a
with my nigga Coolio, got me to' the fuck
High as a UFO, in my drawers
in the hall, to the walls
Now a spooked, umm
*Snagglepuss Heavens to merkatroids, I'm looped!
I'm tripping! *normal voice* Nigga what do I
me, that nigga Dub C on the TV
Now I know I'm
cause I'm on the TV but the unplugged
Damn, this shit is like the Twilight
theme* Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na; I'm blowed!
Cause now I'm illusions, illusions
of me on channel eleven on a and white tube and
Mack and the Gene are one of mine
with Sinead and they sippin on the four-oh
Now I I'm trippin *Martin Lawrence voice* Oh my goodness!
Let me the TV and
Dizamn! Once there I go
But this time it's channel on Arsenio
I'm smokin a wet one on the
Givin up a fat finger to the crowd
I'm faded, but not in a way in which you ever
peep the effects, yeah, I'm on the set
*singers*
Asshole naked in front of the set; I'm wet
no escapin when yo' ass is wet; I'm wet
Look, look, way up in the sky just
look, look, and find me flyin high
So there I was, standin in front of the set
Kickin off the scenery before me eyes
High as a 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
from the Feds tryin to make my get away
but *singin* nowhere to run, ba-bay
And now exhausted from this drama I a rest
So I went on four so I can catch my breath
Now who's this after five of bein there
I met this motherfucker the Fresh Prince of Bel Air
Yeah nigga was funny I must admit it
but his and his cousin Carlton was straight bitches
Them niggaz was cock blockin, talkin killin me
I told em I wanted to fuck the shit out of Hillary, ooh
Now a realer trip to fantasy, all I know
is she was lookin good them t-shirt and panties, huh
I believe this shit, nigga I'm wet
tricks, my mind is playin with dipsticks, I'm on the set

Still blowed from the chemicals I'm was it worth it
Cause like Slick Rick now Dub C is and I'm nervous
Cause now the TV's changin by itself, danger
Cause now I see myself on channel nine on the
I'm swingin on a rope a gauge
Boom, bang bang, you can't hang
a obstacle fool, I had them buff bitches runnin
Mass confusion now I hear one-time
So I swing to the exit, jumped off and
Thank God mama kept the baby gat
I left all them behind, til I got to channel fifty-two
and there I found myself on Times
Here was me and nigga named J.J.
Out on a double date, just on Kool-Aid
Now umm, ain't no need for me to
like my date was all that like J.J.'s Belinda
yo, but she had a ass like Thelma, titties Walona
off the Mad Dog I fucked around 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