Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Have It

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

I gotta have it, shot out to my Beans
And my S.P.chain gang, doin' the damn
I gotta have it, forget my boogie with beam
That keep me in good 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 ain't
No one to blame but Peedi and a I mean

Ten stacks, Crakk to the club and do the thing
You got that, I'm in the crib fixin' my bricks
Style back, the method-zine
About to get your four
So I can whip back on the whole

I gotta have it, shot out to my Beans
And my S.P. chain gang, doing the thing
I gotta have it, don't forget my boogie beam
That keep me in health 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, that Philly boy
Hit you niggas in back, send the rest in your hat

Stay strapped with the Mack, with the 32 tall
The aim all that, I flame 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, out to my boy B. Sige
And the S.P.chain for doin' the damn thing
I gotta it, don't forget the r-r-ring r-r-ring
That keep me in good health and kill ya,

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

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

Hi-lo, rhino, put your in pain
No play no games, 'fore your brain
Bo me after the show, you know
Of course I have my

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

Prop click and pop hit you niggas with the glock
Catch a nigga in the kitchen cookin' in the pot
Pursue it then might crack you, hit him the glock
When you that, then 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 block 'fore surround the spot
We be locked in a box, three 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 have it, don't the r-r-ring r-r-ring
That keep me in good and kill ya, ya'mean?

The mayor of Shot, this ain't England ain't no kings and
Feelin' heard from us want to jerk and bust, we 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

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 going to the crib
I rep for the Roc and the Property clique
Homey, you can't do

Throw a finger up, 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 your ho with the soul pole

Creepin' on niggas tryin' to test me in the 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 tryin' take what I got
I have it

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

gang, gang bang
P, P, P, P Cocaine
B, B is back
Chad, what's on track?
Now go