Luyện nghe bài hát Put On Tha Set

I got put on the set, smokin Jimmy Jacks in a
with my Coolio, got me to' the fuck back
as a UFO, standin in my drawers
in the hall, talkin to the
Now a spooked, umm
*Snagglepuss Heavens to merkatroids, I'm looped!
I'm tripping! *normal voice* Nigga do I see?
me, that nigga Dub C on the TV
Now I I'm buzzed
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 havin illusions,
of me on channel eleven on a and white tube and
Mack and the Gene are one of show
Hangin with Sinead and they on the four-oh
Now I know I'm trippin *Martin voice* Oh my goodness!
Let me the TV and
Dizamn! Once again I go
But this time it's channel thirteen on
I'm a wet one on the couch
Givin up a fat finger to the crowd
I'm faded, but not in a way in you ever seen
the side effects, yeah, I'm on the set
Chorus:
Asshole standin in front of the set; I'm wet
Ain't no escapin yo' ass is wet; I'm wet
Look, look, way up in the sky everybody
look, look, and you'll me flyin high
So there I was, standin in front of the set
off the scenery right 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 the bi-on-ic man I'm out of control
and now I see myself on Highway
Runnin from the Feds to make my get away
but there's nowhere to run, ba-bay
And now exhausted from this drama I a rest
So I went on channel four so I can catch my
Now who's after five minutes of bein there
I met this motherfucker named the Fresh of Bel Air
this nigga was funny I must admit it
but his and his cousin Carlton was straight bitches
Them niggaz was cock blockin, talkin bout me
cause I em I wanted to fuck the shit out of Hillary, ooh
Now what's a realer trip to fantasy, all I
is she was good sportin them t-shirt and panties, huh
I can't this shit, nigga I'm wet
tricks, my mind is playin with dipsticks, I'm on the set

Still from the chemicals I'm askin was it worth it
Cause Slick Rick now Dub C is scared and I'm nervous
Cause now the TV's by itself, uh-oh danger
Cause now I see myself on nine on the Gladiators
I'm on a rope with a gauge
Boom, bang, you niggaz can't hang
Fuck a obstacle fool, I had them bitches runnin
Mass now I hear one-time comin
So I swing to the exit, off and jetted
Thank God mama the baby gat ready
I left all them bitches behind, til I got to channel
and there I myself on Good Times
Here was me and this nigga J.J.
Out on a double date, just sippin on
Now umm, no need for me to pretenda
like my date was all that J.J.'s boo-boo Belinda
yo, but she had a ass like Thelma, like Walona
Drunk off the Mad Dog I fucked around and her
Like J.J. the pussy was though
I must admit the hoe had a mug as as Flo'
I'm on tha set