Luyện nghe bài hát Put On Tha Set

I got put on the set, smokin Jimmy in a shack
with my nigga Coolio, got me to' the back
High as a UFO, in my drawers
in the hall, to the walls
Now a spooked, umm
*Snagglepuss voice* to merkatroids, I'm looped!
I'm tripping! *normal voice* Nigga do I see?
me, that nigga Dub C on the TV
Now I know I'm
I'm on the TV but the TV's unplugged
Damn, this shit is like the Zone
*sings Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na; I'm blowed!
now I'm havin illusions, illusions
of me on channel on a black and white tube and
Mack and the Gene are one of show
Hangin with and they sippin on the four-oh
Now I know I'm trippin *Martin voice* Oh my goodness!
Let me the TV and
Dizamn! again there I go
But this it's channel thirteen on Arsenio
I'm a wet one on the couch
up a fat middle 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
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naked standin in front of the set; I'm wet
Ain't no escapin when yo' ass is I'm wet
Look, look, way up in the sky just
look, look, and you'll find me flyin
So there I was, in front of the set mesmerized
Kickin off the right before me eyes
as a motherfucker what was I to do?
Cause now the yerm has got me thinkin I'm on two
Peep it -- bip-bip-bip the bi-on-ic man I'm out of control
and now I see on Highway Patrol
from the Feds tryin to make my get away
but there's nowhere to run, ba-bay
And now from this drama I needed a rest
So I went on channel four so I can catch my
Now who's this five minutes of bein there
I met this motherfucker the Fresh Prince of Bel Air
Yeah this nigga was funny I must it
but his Uncle and his cousin Carlton was straight
Them niggaz was cock blockin, talkin bout me
I told em I wanted to fuck the shit out of Hillary, ooh
Now what's a trip to fantasy, all I know
is she was good sportin 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 I'm askin was it worth it
Cause Slick Rick now Dub C is scared and I'm nervous
now the TV's changin by itself, uh-oh danger
Cause now I see on channel nine on the Gladiators
I'm swingin on a with a gauge
Boom, bang bang, you niggaz can't
a obstacle fool, I had them buff bitches runnin
Mass confusion now I hear one-time
So I swing to the exit, off and jetted
Thank God kept the baby 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 sippin on
Now umm, ain't no need for me to
my date was all that like J.J.'s boo-boo Belinda
yo, but she had a ass like Thelma, like Walona
off the Mad Dog I fucked around and boned her
Like J.J. the was dy-no-mite though
I must the hoe had a mug as ugly as Flo'
I'm on tha set