Luyện nghe bài hát I Gotta Lotta

(Method Man sample)
I lotta, I gotta gotta

1 -

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

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

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

I got side, I got that 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 ain't neva been about hood

2 -

I gotta way of niggaz, so these assholes hide
Gotta sun to shade so my brass shows pride
Got Jimmy more for 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
you O'neil (kneel) for real stack 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, lotta doe from the past yo
A hot gun on the run, need basement to crash hoe
Recession, still rappin' but I'm for cash flow
Wanna waste time then go outside and some grass grow
Got spears for your fears, but I Britney
Gotta in this game cause my aim game's pretty
Gotta squad, word to God 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

Sonny
I got goons in the with cases
head hoodies and they rocks grew faces

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

Sonny
I got on deck 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 snitch her to sails or wail on the tattle tale
your tail when the battle fails
Keep a bitch with a fatter
beef when the cattle yells
I'm the like into John Lennon
Spit venom, my and my denim are gremlin
Gotta family of fugitives
Gotta shoot my way from a felony know what the is
That's the of the story horror for ya
Like Kalashnikov southside of Tora
score da border
Gotta gorgeous
Many semi
Sweep timbs and torso
Gotta bitch with the Porsche
Got it twisted and braided, if not keep the horse fro
Don't fuss, take your back
Imma show if you walk over tough you gonna back.

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

Sonny
I got goons in the hood cases
Cone head hoodies and they 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 neva been about hood