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 Beans
And my S.P.chain gang, doin' the damn
I gotta have it, don't my boogie with beam
That keep me in good and kill ya, ya'mean?

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

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
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. gang, doing 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 Crakk, we strapped
What's the for that?
I need that, that Philly boy
Hit you in your back, send the rest in your hat

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

I have it, shot 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 health and kill ya,

Chain gang, with the ban
Quickly spit it
Sickey get his ziggy 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 your body in
No play no games, 'fore blow your
Bo me after the show, you know
Of I gotta have my

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

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

Hold up, wait, stop, fuck the
Got the baby Uzi whop, turn your cruiser to a
Get off the block 'fore surround 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 health and kill ya, ya'mean?

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

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

Creepin' on niggas tryin' to 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 thats take what I got
I can't it

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

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