Luyện nghe bài hát I Gotta Lotta

(Method Man sample)
I lotta, I gotta gotta

1 -

I gotta chip on my shoulder that Bill ain't make.
Gotta connect up in
Gotta great weight
hotta enchilada
hot tre 8
Heavy rocks in my rings that a quake can't
Or she can
You a freak fuck
a freak for a week
Fuck a for a month
Gotta hot damn and a great rapper flow
Gotta actual factual international after
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 bust some head on the jet
Got an album, we wildin', so we ride don't
Got kids, a gang of I call a Tribe Called Treach

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

Sonny
I got goons in the hood with
Cone head hoodies and they rocks grew

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

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

2 -

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

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

Black
I got goons in the with cases
Cone hoodies and they rocks grew faces

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

Sonny
I got wolves on all about they hood
Bangin' out and ain't neva been 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
a bitch with a fatter tail
There's when the cattle yells
I'm the shit like John Lennon
Spit venom, my women and my denim are
Gotta full of fugitives
Gotta shoot my way from a felony know the future is
That's the moral of the story for ya
Like Kalashnikov southside of Bora
Wanna score da
Gotta gracious
semi auto
Sweep your timbs and
bitch with the Porsche though
Got it twisted and braided, if not then the horse fro
fuss, take your bitch back
Imma if you walk over tough you gonna limp back.

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

Sonny
I got in the hood with cases
Cone head hoodies and they rocks faces

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

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