Luyện nghe bài hát Put On Tha Set

I got put on the set, smokin Jimmy in a shack
with my Coolio, got me to' the fuck back
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* what do I see?
It's me, that 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
*sings theme* Na-na-na-na, I'm blowed!
Cause now I'm havin illusions,
of me on channel eleven on a black and tube and
Mack and the Gene are one of mine
Hangin 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 again I go
But this time it's channel on Arsenio
I'm smokin a wet one on the
Givin up a fat middle to the crowd
I'm faded, but not in a way in you ever seen
peep the effects, yeah, I'm on the set
*singers*
Asshole naked in front of the set; I'm wet
Ain't no when 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 front of the set
Kickin off the scenery right before me
High as a what was I to do?
Cause now the has got me thinkin I'm on channel two
it -- bip-bip-bip like the bi-on-ic man I'm out of control
and now I see myself on Highway
Runnin from the tryin to make my get away
but there's *singin* to run, ba-bay
And now exhausted from drama I needed a rest
So I went on four so I can catch my breath
Now this after five minutes of bein there
I met this motherfucker named the Fresh of Bel Air
Yeah this nigga was 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 what's a trip to fantasy, all I know
is she was lookin good them t-shirt and panties, huh
I can't believe this shit, I'm wet
tricks, my mind is playin with dipsticks, I'm on the set

Still blowed the chemicals I'm askin 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 on the Gladiators
I'm swingin on a rope with a
Boom, bang bang, you niggaz hang
Fuck a obstacle fool, I had them bitches runnin
Mass confusion now I hear one-time
So I swing to the exit, off and jetted
God mama kept the baby gat ready
I all them bitches behind, til I got to channel fifty-two
and there I found myself on Good
Here was me and this 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 dy-no-mite
I must admit the hoe had a mug as as Flo'
I'm on tha set