Luyện nghe bài hát The Set Up

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

Nine-six, 600

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My mindset, son got wet
I'm really
They snatched off his Rolex, smacked his bitch
Why niggas acting illy word to Will he to feel it
I feel it, he shoulda dealt with it
Them niggas sour they put to flour in their coke
And got the to wonder why they're broke
we was gleaming, niggas was scheming
Seen the ill beaming
and doubling cream, had em fiending
To get they on the dosa, I called Sosa
Sosa these niggas hit the God the toaster
Meet me in the Bridge I'm bout to go
Left my rat me to stay and stroke her
He through with two fly bitches, Venus and Vicious
With two macs inside the Volvo, up God, I'm still sober
I need some Henn to me over
My nigga Hav soldier
It's getting down, going down kid
I heard he might not live, I'm back tears
Told these to put it in gear
With two females that don't digging they style yo
Whattup son, these done started something wild
You know the clique well, Ramel with the gold in his
Tried to get a holding the steel
I attention to the females
Maintained bitches it get real
pulled me close and told me the deal
He said both peel
Spray and reload and still handle the wheel
Point em out smoke a Phil' chill
I layed back Escobar status, knowing The got it cornered
We on it, shit we was born

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, back let the tech lift
Lift you up, bless you with a then we set you up
the lye, QBC yo it's do or die
In this, business and
We this, for RD, we chef shit
Perfect shit, Einstein minds connect with
Dangerous sons, step let the tech lift
Lift you up, you wit a shorty then we set you up

Hold it right pull over
That nigga there inside the Rover
I knew he'd be right here, I you
Let's get him now, at him smile, ice Bulova
Polo pullover, big links and rocking
He's stunting, after he my man like that
a fair chance to fight back, but I'll be right back
He seen us, Sos' gave the mac to Venus
And Vicious, delicious, handle yo' bidness
And to him, shake your ass try to screw him
Do what ya do to get to him
A tight parasuco, young faces
Can niggas Buttafuco, of all ages, they was amused
By the way they walked, way they
Only if they knew girls'd spray New York
If they had to, heard him ask Venus, could I you
He out a Jeep, heard her tell him don't grab boo
They started chatting, was only bout a minute, flat
They jumped in the back of the laughing
We followed pollying, he thought the hoes were Somalian
Probably wanted to hit the Inn
I grabbed the phone and called the and them
We layed low about a hour or so these movin too slow
We both holding, what if them hoes started folding
Sosa, said say no more, we started
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, and trifeness
I finesse this, for R.D., we shit
shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit
Dangerous sons, step back let the tech
Lift you up, you with a shorty then we set you up

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