Luyện nghe bài hát I Gotta Lotta

(Method Man sample)
I gotta lotta, I gotta

1 -

I gotta chip on my shoulder Bill Gates ain't make.
connect up in Harlem
Gotta great weight
Gotta enchilada
hot tre 8
Heavy rocks in my rings that a quake can't
Or she can
You a freak let's
Keep a freak for a
Fuck a stunt for a
brand hot damn and a great rapper flow
Gotta actual factual after glow
Tools for ya fools trying to fix ish
Got talent gifted than a Christmas list
Got on many things, so I ride east west
Gotta list who's so I stress why guess
Gotta hot material real on the set
Got ass in first class bust some on the jet
Got an album, we wildin', so we ride rest
Got kids, a gang of niggaz I a Tribe Called Treach

I got Henney, I got
I got dinner, I got

Black
I got goons in the hood cases
Cone head hoodies and they rocks faces

I got this side, I got side
I gotta a big bag baby of bitch better act right

Black
I got on deck all about they hood
Bangin' out and they neva been about they hood

2 -

I way of findin' niggaz, so these assholes hide
Gotta brigade sun to shade so my shows pride
Got Jimmy for demmy that'll smash your bride
Half-truths lodge your ass or lose a whole half side
Gotta...shit on these fools, so I crap for a
Make you O'neil (kneel) for real my shack (Shaq) with the shotties
Got vultures freaks for me, can slobby the knobby
You ain't fuckin' get the and meet and greet in the lobby
Got classics, whole lotta doe the past yo
A hot gun on the run, need your basement to hoe
Recession, still rappin' but I'm for cash flow
waste time then go outside and watch some grass grow
Got spears for your fears, but I ain't
Gotta name in this game cause my aim game's
Gotta squad, to God cause it's rough in the city
Smooth as silk, I got if you a gotta couple of titties.

I got Henney, I got
I got dinner, I got

Black
I got goons in the hood cases
Cone head and they rocks grew faces

I got side, I got that side
I gotta a big bag baby full of better act right

Sonny
I got wolves on all about they hood
Bangin' out and they ain't been about they hood

3 -

I gotta ditch the bitch the gravel hail
Stitch the tell her to sails or wail on the tattle tale
your tail when the battle fails
Keep a bitch a fatter tail
There's beef the cattle yells
I'm the shit like into John
Spit venom, my women and my are gremlin
Gotta full of fugitives
Gotta shoot my way from a know what the future is
That's the moral of the horror for ya
Like Kalashnikov southside of Bora
Wanna da border
Gotta gracious
semi auto
Sweep your and torso
Gotta bitch with the Porsche
Got it twisted and braided, if not then keep the fro
fuss, take your bitch back
Imma show if you walk over tough you gonna back.

I got Henney, I got
I got dinner, I got

Black
I got in the hood with cases
Cone head hoodies and they rocks grew

I got this side, I got that
I a big bag baby full of bitch better act right

Sonny
I got wolves on all about they hood
Bangin' out and they ain't been about they hood