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 with beam
That me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?

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

Ten stacks, Crakk come to the club and do the
You ain't got that, I'm in the fixin' my bricks
Style back, that's the
About to get your stressed
So I can back on the whole sixteenth

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

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

strapped with the Mack, with the 32 tall stack
The aim all that, I flame you get all that
B-Boy Mack fuck cracks since 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 the damn thing
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
Quickly spit it
Sickey Rickey get his ziggy
Snitchin' on the

forget 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 body in
No play no games, 'fore blow brain
Bo range me the show, you know
Of course I 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 my boogie with beam
That keep me in good health and kill ya,

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

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

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 forget the r-r-ring
That keep me in good health and kill ya,

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

Ballin' in the bubble, blow a bubble, actin' up
When trouble feel the double barrel of a platinum thug
Clappin', ready for some action, and I'm going to the crib
I rep for the Roc and the Property clique
Homey, you do shit

a finger up, give me love, Remi in the club
When see these 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

Creepin' on tryin' to test me in the black drop top
Pull up and let the go bop, bop-bop
you, in the wind, to my borough, blowin' on my back
And do the same to any nigga thats tryin' what I got
I can't it

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

Chain gang, gang
P, P, P, P Cocaine
B, B Mack is
Chad, Chad what's on
Now go