Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Have It

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stay strapped the Mack, with the 32 tall stack
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 fall

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

Chain gang, with the ban
Quickly it r-r-ring
Sickey Rickey get his ziggy
Snitchin' on the

Don't forget you get that 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 your body in
No no games, 'fore blow your brain
Bo range me the show, you know
Of I gotta have my

I gotta have it, out to my b-boy Beans
And my S.P. chain gang, doin' the thing
I gotta it, don't forget my boogie with beam
That 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 crack you, hit him the glock
you hear that, then you know here come the cops

Hold up, wait, stop, the cops
Got the Uzi whop, turn your cruiser to a drop
Get off the block 'fore 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 gang for the damn thing
I gotta have it, don't forget the r-r-ring
That me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?

The mayor of Shot, this England ain't no kings and queens
Feelin' heard from us want to jerk and bust, we Merciless Ming
Twista and Beanie greedy Peedi make 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 thug
Clappin', ready for some action, and I'm going to the crib
I rep for the Roc and the Property clique
Homey, you do shit

Throw a up, give me love, Remi in the club
When they see these thug, in a circle, snip the up
Range Rove, 24 inch, blacked out
Blows fast, but hit your ho with the soul pole

Creepin' on niggas to test me in the black drop top
Pull up and let the bopper go bop,
you, in the wind, to my borough, blowin' on my back
And do the same to any nigga thats take what I got
I can't it

It's gettin', 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 muy dificil
Se pone, Se pone, Se muy dificil

Chain gang, gang
P, P, P, P Crakk
B, B Mack is
Chad, what's on track?
Now go