Luyện nghe bài hát Put On Tha Set

I got put on the set, Jimmy Jacks in a shack
my nigga Coolio, got me to' the fuck back
High as a UFO, standin in my
in the hall, to the walls
Now a spooked, umm
*Snagglepuss voice* to merkatroids, I'm looped!
I'm tripping! *normal Nigga what do I see?
It's me, that Dub C on the TV
Now I know I'm
I'm on the TV but the TV's unplugged
Damn, this shit is the Twilight Zone
theme* Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na; I'm blowed!
Cause now I'm havin illusions,
of me on channel eleven on a black and white and
Mack and the Gene are one of mine
Hangin Sinead and they sippin on the four-oh
Now I know I'm *Martin Lawrence voice* Oh my goodness!
Let me the TV and
Dizamn! Once there I go
But this time it's channel thirteen on
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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Asshole naked standin in 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 you'll find me high
So I was, standin in front of the set mesmerized
Kickin off the scenery right before me
as a motherfucker what was I to do?
Cause now the yerm has got me thinkin I'm on two
it -- bip-bip-bip like the bi-on-ic man I'm out of control
and now I see on Highway Patrol
Runnin from the Feds tryin to my get away
but *singin* nowhere to run, ba-bay
And now exhausted from this drama I needed a
So I went on four so I can catch my breath
Now who's this after five minutes of there
I met this motherfucker named the Fresh of Bel Air
Yeah this nigga was funny I admit it
but his and his cousin Carlton was straight bitches
Them was cock blockin, talkin bout killin me
cause I told em I to fuck the shit out of Hillary, ooh
Now what's a realer trip to fantasy, all I
is she was lookin good sportin t-shirt and panties, huh
I can't this shit, nigga I'm wet
Fuck tricks, my 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 myself on channel on the Gladiators
I'm swingin on a with a gauge
Boom, bang bang, you niggaz hang
Fuck a obstacle fool, I had them buff bitches
Mass confusion now I hear one-time
So I to the exit, jumped off and jetted
Thank God mama the baby gat ready
I all them bitches behind, til I got to channel fifty-two
and there I found on Good Times
was me and this nigga named J.J.
Out on a date, just sippin on Kool-Aid
Now umm, ain't no for me to pretenda
like my was all that like J.J.'s boo-boo 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 dy-no-mite
I admit the hoe had a mug as ugly as Flo'
I'm on tha set