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, doin' the damn
I have it, don't forget my boogie with beam
That me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?

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

Ten stacks, come to the club and do the thing
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 whip back on the whole

I have it, shot 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 me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?

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

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

I gotta have it, out to my boy B. Sige
And the S.P.chain gang for doin' the damn
I gotta have it, forget the r-r-ring r-r-ring
keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?

Chain gang, with the ban
Quickly spit it
Sickey Rickey get his ziggy
on the gang

Don't forget you get that Midi
Get him for his
Simply give him a bang, sit him in a cling
No name, no blame, 10 no aim

Hi-lo, rhino, put your body in
No play no games, 'fore blow your
Bo range me the show, you know
Of course I gotta my

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

State Prop and pop hit you niggas with the glock
a nigga whippin' in the kitchen cookin' in the pot
Pursue it then might you, hit him with the glock
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 'fore SWAT surround the spot
We be locked in a box, 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 it, don't forget the r-r-ring 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 to jerk and bust, we Merciless like Ming
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, 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

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, blacked out
Blows fast, but hit your ho slow with the soul

Creepin' on niggas tryin' to test me in the black top
up and let the bopper go bop, bop-bop
Treat you, in the wind, to my borough, blowin' on my
And do the same to any nigga thats tryin' take I got
I have it

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

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

gang, gang bang
P, P, P, P Crakk
B, B Mack is
Chad, Chad on track?
Now go