Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Have It

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

I gotta it, shot out to my b-boy Beans
And my S.P.chain gang, doin' the damn
I gotta have it, forget my boogie with beam
That keep me in health and kill ya, ya'mean?

Chain gang, gang bang, let my middle finger
Ain't changed my name, P. Crakk Cocaine
Relapse, I stay zapped, my ain't clean
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, out to my b-boy Beans
And my S.P. chain gang, the damn thing
I gotta have it, forget my boogie with beam
That 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 in your back, send the rest in your hat

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

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

gang, lickey with 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 body in
No play no games, 'fore blow your
Bo me after the show, you know
Of course I have my

I gotta have it, shot out to my 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,

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

Hold up, wait, stop, the cops
Got the baby Uzi whop, your cruiser to a drop
Get off the 'fore SWAT surround the spot
We be locked in a box, three 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 ya, ya'mean?

The mayor of Shot, ain't England ain't no kings and queens
Feelin' heard from us want to jerk and bust, we Merciless like
Twista and Beanie 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, a bubble, always actin' up
When trouble feel the double of a double platinum thug
Clappin', ready for some action, and I'm to empty the crib
I rep for the Roc and the State clique
Homey, you do shit

Throw a up, give me love, Remi in the club
they see these thug, in a circle, snip the 50's up
Range Rove, 24 inch, out bulbs
Blows fast, but hit your ho slow with the pole

Creepin' on 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 same to any thats tryin' take 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 gettin' kind of
gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind 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, what's on track?
Now go