Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Have It

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

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,

Chain gang, gang bang, let my middle hang
Ain't nothin' changed my name, P. Crakk
Relapse, I stay zapped, my urine ain't
No one to but Peedi 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, the method-zine
to get your four stressed
So I can back on the whole sixteenth

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
keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?

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 with cracks since cats
Its the Chain Gang, Bang Bang I suggest yall back

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

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

forget you get that Uncle Midi
Get him for his
give 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, 'fore blow brain
Bo range me after the show, you
Of I gotta have my

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

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

Hold up, wait, stop, fuck the
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 gang for doin' the damn
I gotta it, don't forget the r-r-ring r-r-ring
That keep me in good health and kill ya,

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

Ballin' in the bubble, blow a bubble, actin' up
When trouble feel the double of a double platinum thug
Clappin', for some action, and I'm going to empty the crib
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
Rove, 24 inch, blacked out bulbs
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
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

gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' 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', it's gettin' kind of

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

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