Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Have It

P, P.Crakk
B, B.Mack is
Chad, Chad on track?

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

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

Ten stacks, Crakk come to the and do the thing
You ain't got that, I'm in the fixin' my bricks
Style back, the method-zine
About to get four stressed
So I can back on the whole sixteenth

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

B. Mack, back, S.P. intact
You see me with Crakk, we
the reason for that?
I that, that Philly boy clap
Hit you niggas in back, send the rest 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 cracks since tall cats
Its the Chain Gang, Bang I suggest yall fall back

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

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

Don't forget you get 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 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 with the
Catch a whippin' in the kitchen cookin' in the pot
Pursue it then crack you, hit him with the glock
When you hear that, then you know here the cops

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

I can't 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 health and kill ya, ya'mean?

The mayor of Shot, this ain't England no kings and queens
Feelin' heard from us want to 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 and the ring

Ballin' in the bubble, blow a bubble, always up
When trouble feel the double barrel of a double platinum
Clappin', ready for some action, and I'm going to empty the
I rep for the Roc and the Property 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, out bulbs
Blows fast, but hit ho slow with the soul pole

Creepin' on niggas to test me in the black drop top
Pull up and let the bopper go 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', it's gettin', it's gettin' of hectic
It's gettin', it's gettin', gettin' kind of hectic
It's gettin', gettin', it's gettin' 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 muy dificil
Se pone, Se pone, Se pone muy
Se pone, Se pone, Se pone muy

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