Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Have It

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

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

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 come to the and do the thing
You ain't got that, I'm in the crib my bricks
Style back, that's the
About to get your four
So I can whip back on the whole

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

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

Stay strapped the Mack, with the 32 tall stack
The aim all that, when I flame you get all
B-Boy Mack fuck with cracks since 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 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?

Chain gang, lickey the ban
spit it r-r-ring
Sickey get his ziggy bang
on the gang

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 no games, 'fore blow your brain
Bo range me after the show, you
Of course I have my

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

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

Hold up, wait, stop, the cops
Got the baby Uzi whop, turn your 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 doin' the thing
I gotta have it, don't the r-r-ring r-r-ring
That keep me in good health and kill ya,

The mayor of Shot, this ain't England ain't no and queens
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
Hand me the chain and the

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 State clique
Homey, you can't do

a finger up, give me love, Remi in the club
When they see thug, in a circle, snip the 50's up
Range Rove, 24 inch, blacked out
Blows fast, but hit ho slow 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, blowin' on my
And do the to any nigga thats tryin' take what I got
I can't it

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

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

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