Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Have It

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

I gotta have it, 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 finger hang
Ain't nothin' changed my name, P. Crakk
Relapse, I stay zapped, my urine ain't
No one to blame but Peedi and a nigga I

Ten stacks, Crakk come to the club and do the
You got that, I'm in the crib fixin' my bricks
Style back, that's the
About to get four stressed
So I can back on the whole sixteenth

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

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

Stay strapped with the Mack, the 32 tall stack
The aim all that, when I you get all that
B-Boy fuck with 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 doin' the damn
I gotta have it, don't forget the r-r-ring
keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?

Chain gang, with the ban
spit it r-r-ring
Sickey Rickey get his bang
on the gang

Don't forget you get that 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 body in pain
No play no games, 'fore blow your
Bo me after the show, you know
Of course I gotta my

I gotta have it, shot out to my Beans
And my S.P. chain gang, 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 the glock
Catch a nigga whippin' in the cookin' in the pot
Pursue it then might crack you, hit him the glock
When you hear that, you know here come the cops

Hold up, wait, stop, the cops
Got the baby Uzi whop, turn your to a drop
Get off the block 'fore SWAT the spot
We be locked in a box, hots and a cot

I can't 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 health and kill ya,

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

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

Throw a finger up, give me love, Remi in the
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 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 tryin' take what I got
I have 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', gettin' kind of hectic

Se pone, Se pone, Se muy dificil
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 on track?
Now go