Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Have It

P, P.Crakk
B, B.Mack is
Chad, Chad on track?

I gotta have it, shot out to my b-boy
And my S.P.chain gang, the damn thing
I gotta have it, don't forget my boogie beam
That keep me in good and kill ya, ya'mean?

Chain gang, bang, let my middle finger hang
Ain't nothin' my name, P. Crakk Cocaine
Relapse, I zapped, my urine ain't clean
No one to blame but and a nigga I mean

Ten stacks, Crakk come to the and do the thing
You got that, I'm in the crib fixin' my bricks
Style back, the method-zine
About to get your four
So I can whip back on the whole

I gotta have it, shot out to my b-boy
And my S.P. chain gang, doing the thing
I gotta have it, don't forget my with beam
That keep me in good and kill ya, ya'mean?

B. Mack, seat back, S.P.
You see me Crakk, we strapped
What's the for that?
I that, that Philly boy clap
Hit you niggas in back, send the rest in your hat

Stay strapped with the Mack, with the 32 tall
The aim all that, I flame you get all that
Mack fuck with cracks since tall cats
Its the Chain Gang, Bang Bang I suggest fall back

I gotta have it, shot out to my boy B.
And the S.P.chain gang for doin' the thing
I gotta it, don't forget the r-r-ring r-r-ring
keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?

Chain gang, lickey the ban
Quickly it r-r-ring
Sickey Rickey get his ziggy
Snitchin' on the

Don't you get that Uncle Midi
Get him for his
Simply give him a chitty bang, sit him in a
No name, no blame, 10 no aim

Hi-lo, rhino, put your in pain
No play no games, 'fore your brain
Bo range me the show, you know
Of I gotta have my

I gotta it, shot out to my b-boy Beans
And my S.P. chain gang, doin' the damn
I gotta have it, don't forget my with beam
That keep me in good health and ya, ya'mean?

State Prop click and pop hit you niggas with the
Catch a nigga in the kitchen cookin' in the pot
it then might crack you, hit him with the glock
When you hear that, then you know come the cops

up, wait, stop, fuck the cops
Got the baby Uzi whop, your cruiser to a drop
Get off the block SWAT surround the spot
We be in a box, three hots and a cot

I can't have it, out to my boy B. Sige
And the S.P.chain gang for the damn thing
I gotta have it, forget the r-r-ring r-r-ring
That keep me in good and kill ya, ya'mean?

The mayor of Shot, this ain't England ain't no kings and
Feelin' heard from us want to jerk and bust, we Merciless Ming
Twista and Beanie greedy like Peedi make the gun go
When you look at the thing, give me the
me the chain and the ring

Ballin' in the bubble, a bubble, always actin' up
When trouble feel the double barrel of a platinum thug
Clappin', ready for some action, and I'm going to empty the
I rep for the Roc and the Property clique
Homey, you can't do

Throw a finger up, give me love, in the club
When they see thug, in a circle, snip the 50's up
Range Rove, 24 inch, out bulbs
Blows fast, but hit your ho slow with the soul

Creepin' on tryin' to test me in the black drop top
Pull up and let the bopper go bop,
Treat you, in the wind, to my borough, on my back
And do the same to any nigga tryin' take what I got
I have it

It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' of hectic
It's gettin', it's gettin', it's kind of hectic
It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of
It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of

Se pone, Se pone, Se pone muy
Se pone, Se pone, Se muy dificil
Se pone, Se pone, Se muy dificil
Se pone, Se pone, Se muy dificil

gang, gang bang
P, P, P, P Cocaine
B, B Mack is
Chad, Chad on track?
Now go