Luyện nghe bài hát I Gotta Lotta

(Method Man sample)
I lotta, I gotta gotta

1 -

I gotta chip on my shoulder that Gates ain't make.
connect up in Harlem
Gotta weight rate
Gotta hotta
hot tre 8
Heavy rocks in my rings that a can't shake
Or she can
You a freak fuck
a freak for a week
Fuck a stunt for a
Gotta brand hot damn and a great flow
Gotta factual international after glow
for ya fools trying to fix some ish
Got talent more gifted than a list
Got on many things, so I ride east west
list who's best so I stress why guess
Gotta lotta hot material on the set
Got ass in first class some head on the jet
Got an album, we wildin', so we don't rest
Got kids, a gang of niggaz I call a Tribe Treach

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

Sonny
I got goons in the hood cases
Cone hoodies and they rocks grew faces

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

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

2 -

I gotta way of findin' niggaz, so these assholes
Gotta sun to shade so my brass shows pride
Got Jimmy more for demmy smash your bride
Half-truths will lodge your ass or lose a half side
Gotta...shit on these fools, so I crap for a
Make you O'neil (kneel) for real stack my shack (Shaq) with the
Got freaks for me, they can slobby the knobby
You fuckin' get the truck and meet and greet in the lobby
Got classics, whole lotta doe from the yo
A hot gun on the run, your basement to crash hoe
Recession, still rappin' but I'm jackin' for flow
Wanna waste then go outside and watch some grass grow
Got spears for your fears, but I Britney
Gotta name in this game my aim game's pretty
Gotta squad, word to God cause it's 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 in the hood with cases
Cone head hoodies and rocks grew faces

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

Sonny
I got on deck all about they hood
Bangin' out and they ain't neva about they hood

3 -

I gotta ditch the bitch call the gravel
Stitch the tell her to sails or wail on the tattle tale
Tuck your tail when the fails
Keep a bitch a fatter tail
There's beef the cattle yells
I'm the like into John Lennon
Spit venom, my women and my denim are
Gotta family full of
Gotta shoot my way a felony know what the future is
That's the moral of the horror for ya
Kalashnikov southside of Tora Bora
Wanna score da
Gotta gorgeous
Many auto
your timbs and torso
Gotta bitch with the Porsche
Got it twisted and braided, if not keep the horse fro
Don't fuss, take your bitch
Imma show if you walk over you gonna limp back.

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

Black
I got goons in the hood with
Cone head hoodies and rocks grew faces

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

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