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, doin' the thing
I have it, don't forget my boogie with beam
keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?

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

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

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

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

strapped with the Mack, with the 32 tall stack
The aim all that, when I you get all that
B-Boy Mack fuck with cracks tall cats
Its the Chain Gang, Bang Bang I yall fall back

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

gang, lickey with the ban
Quickly spit it
Sickey Rickey get his ziggy
Snitchin' on the

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

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

I have it, shot out to my b-boy Beans
And my S.P. chain gang, the damn thing
I gotta have it, forget my boogie with beam
That me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?

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

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

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

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

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

Throw a finger up, me love, Remi in the club
they see these thug, in a circle, snip the 50's up
Range Rove, 24 inch, blacked out
Blows fast, but hit your ho with the soul pole

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

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

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

gang, gang bang
P, P, P, P Cocaine
B, B is back
Chad, Chad what's on
Now go