Luyện nghe bài hát The Set Up

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

Nine-six, 600

Check the
My mindset, son got wet
I'm really
snatched off his Rolex, smacked his bitch silly
Why niggas acting illy word to Will he bout to it
I feel it, he shoulda been dealt it
Them niggas they put to much flour in their coke
And got the nerve to wonder why they're
we was gleaming, niggas was scheming
Seen the ill Beamers
Triple-beam and doubling cream, had em
To get they fingers on the dosa, I Sosa
Sosa these niggas hit the God bring the
me in the Bridge I'm bout to go loca
Left my rat me to stay and stroke her
He came through with two fly bitches, and Vicious
With two macs inside the Volvo, up God, I'm still sober
I need some to bend me over
My Hav gotta soldier
getting down, it's going down kid
I heard he might not live, I'm back tears
Told these to put it in gear
two females that don't smile digging they style yo
Whattup son, these done started something wild
You know the clique well, Ramel with the gold in his
to get a name holding the steel
I paid to the females
Maintained bitches it get real
Sos' pulled me and told me the deal
He said both peel
Spray and reload and still handle the wheel
Point em out a Phil' then chill
I layed back 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 chef
Perfect shit, Einstein minds connect wit
sons, step back let the tech lift
Lift you up, you with a shorty then we set you up
the lye, QBC yo it's do or die
In this, and trifeness
We finesse this, for RD, we shit
Perfect shit, Albert minds connect with
Dangerous sons, step back let the tech
Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty we set you up

Hold it there pull over
That nigga right there inside the
I knew he'd be here, I told you
Let's get him now, look at him smile, ice
pullover, big links and rocking boulders
He's stunting, after he left my man like
a fair chance to fight back, but I'll be right back
He seen us, Sos' gave the mac to Venus
And Vicious, lookin delicious, handle yo'
And step to him, shake ass try to screw him
Do ya gotta do to get to him
A tight parasuco, with young
Can turn niggas Buttafuco, of all ages, was amused
By the way they walked, way they
Only if they knew these spray New York
If they had to, him ask Venus, could I have you
He jumped out a Jeep, heard her tell him don't boo
They started chatting, was only bout a minute, when
They jumped in the back of the laughing
We followed them pollying, he the hoes were Somalian
wanted to hit the Holiday Inn
I grabbed the phone and called the Mobb and
We layed low about a or so these bitches movin too slow
We both holding, what if them hoes started folding
Sosa, said say no more, we rolling
Before we got in they must have shot him, wildin
There the girls go, up we out in
The 940, me Sosa and two
The punk 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 Einstein minds wit
Dangerous sons, step back let the lift
Lift you up, bless you a shorty then we set you up

QBC, QueensBridge
Roping up
Cause our clique is
Another day dollar
money, more murder
Fuck shit, Q.B. up in the house