Luyện nghe bài hát The Set Up

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

Nine-six, 600

the shit
My mindset, son got wet
I'm vexed
They snatched off his Rolex, smacked his bitch
Why niggas illy word to Will he bout to feel it
I feel it, he shoulda been dealt it
Them niggas sour they put to flour in their coke
And got the to wonder why they're broke
While we was gleaming, was scheming
Seen the ill beaming
Triple-beam and doubling cream, had em
To get they fingers on the dosa, I Sosa
these niggas hit the God bring the toaster
Meet me in the Bridge I'm bout to go
Left my rat beggin me to and stroke her
He came through with two fly bitches, Venus and
With two macs inside the Volvo, what up God, I'm sober
I need Henn to bend me over
My nigga Hav gotta
getting down, it's going down kid
I heard he not live, I'm holding back tears
Told these broads to put it in
With two females that don't digging they style yo
Whattup son, these niggas done something wild
You know the clique well, Ramel the gold in his grill
Tried to get a name holding the
I paid to the females
bitches when it get real
Sos' pulled me close and told me the
He said hoes'll peel
Spray shots and reload and still handle the
Point em out smoke a then chill
I layed Escobar 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
Dangerous sons, back let the tech lift
Lift you up, bless you with a shorty we set you up
Spark the lye, QBC yo do or die
In this, business and
We this, for RD, we chef shit
shit, Albert Einstein minds connect with
Dangerous sons, step back let the tech
you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up

Hold it right there pull
nigga right there inside the Rover
I knew he'd be here, I told you
Let's get him now, at him smile, ice Bulova
pullover, big links and rocking boulders
He's stunting, he left my man like that
a fair chance to fight back, but I'll be right back
He never us, Sos' gave the mac to Venus
And Vicious, lookin delicious, yo' bidness
And step to him, shake ass try to screw him
Do ya gotta do to get to him
A tight parasuco, young faces
Can turn Buttafuco, of all ages, they was amused
By the way they walked, way they
Only if they knew these spray New York
If they had to, heard him ask Venus, I have you
He out a Jeep, heard her tell him don't grab boo
They started chatting, was bout a minute, flat when
They jumped in the of the Jeep laughing
We followed pollying, he thought the hoes were Somalian
Probably wanted to hit the Inn
I grabbed the phone and the Mobb and them
We layed low about a hour or so these bitches too slow
We both holding, what if wild hoes started folding
Sosa, say no more, we started rolling
Before we got in must have shot him, security wildin
There the girls go, up we out in
The 940, me and two shorties
The punk niggas got in the orgy

Spark the lye, QBC yo do or die
In this, business and
I this, for R.D., we chef shit
shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit
Dangerous sons, step back let the tech
Lift you up, bless you a shorty then we set you up

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