Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Have It

P, P.Crakk
B, B.Mack is
Chad, Chad what's on

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

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

Ten stacks, come 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 on the whole sixteenth

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

B. Mack, back, S.P. intact
You see me with Crakk, we
the reason for that?
I need that, Philly boy clap
Hit you niggas in your back, send the in your hat

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

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

Chain gang, lickey the ban
Quickly spit it
Rickey get his ziggy bang
Snitchin' on the

Don't forget you get that Uncle
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 blow brain
Bo range me the show, you know
Of course I have my

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

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

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

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

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

Ballin' in the bubble, blow a bubble, actin' up
When trouble feel the barrel of a double 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 do shit

Throw a up, give me love, Remi in the club
When they see these thug, in a circle, snip the up
Range Rove, 24 inch, out bulbs
Blows fast, but hit your ho with the soul pole

Creepin' on niggas tryin' to test me in the drop top
Pull up and let the bopper go bop,
Treat you, in the wind, to my borough, blowin' on my
And do the same to any nigga thats tryin' take 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', gettin' kind of hectic
It's gettin', it's gettin', gettin' kind of hectic

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

Chain gang, gang
P, P, P, P Crakk
B, B is back
Chad, what's on track?
Now go